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"Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus.

Enid Bagnold

It is the same sun that rises every day. It is the same sun's light that raises you every day. It is the same moon that greets you on most nights. It is the same moon in the night sky reflecting the same sun's light that rose and gave rise to many a dawn. And yet, every dawn is a brand new experience. The light show, streaming in through the clouds makes for a brand new short film at each dawn and at every dusk. Illusions people, for the sun never rises, the sun never sets and it is only we on planet earth that spin, tilt and dance in our given orbit around our superstar.

So much similar to a new dawn and a new dusk is our everyday life in our short lives that spans anywhere from one month to 100 or more years. And in that one day, we cram, we imagine, we dream, we plot and connive so many new ideas, thoughts and it is like a roaring train that is entering the platform at full speed and not able to slow down in time.

Well, my dear friends, so too are my thoughts similar to that roaring train not able to stop and unload its passengers safely and on time.

Every day, I sit to write a chapter for any one of the stories that I have been writing for you and a line pops in to my head and just as I begin to type, the line suddenly becomes several and suddenly I am lost and try in vain to select the right one for that day's chapter and two or three days a week, I lose and resign myself to penning something random and odd that day in our forum which is far removed from the story and the chapters.

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RELIQUARY

Friends, especially childhood friends and among them special few friends are reliquaries. Each is a reliquary where I have deposited my childhood times, happy times, my dreams, my laughter. Stronger and safer than a Swiss bank and in their souls are ties that bind us to them. Just like in the story of harry potter, where Voldemort safeguards his soul in various containers in various hidden places I have placed my many moods, anger, torment and my very soul in my many special childhood friends. Each is different in the makeup on the surface and gender but the souls are the same,pure and strong. As adulthood beckoned and I jumped into it not knowing its depth, I knew I could always go back to my reliquaries. I knew that when my adult soul got corrupted and tainted by greed, and vanity, I could always go back to my friends and regain my innocence and strength back. Whenever I have lost my way there has been or have been a few to guide me and tell me it is going to be all right. Breathing the very air they breathe and just being with them has made my days better and worthwhile. All the times i have been mobbed or asked for an autograph since i became a two bit actor,none have or will compare to the highs of just being with my friends. Many a time I will find myself making my way to Sanjay and Bajji's house or having coffee at paddy's place and that seems to make my day and they don't realize it or maybe Sanjay does. Whenever I feel paralyzed by fear about my future and depressed when some project goes to someone else, I run with my tail tucked between my legs and the first thing I do when I see Sanjay, I give him a big hug and sometimes plant a kiss on his cheeks. Bajji will offer me breakfast and sometimes I do accept and sometimes I don't for just being with them and seeing them fills my tummy. Many things sound emotional and weird and some will find my thoughts and views skewed but they come from my soul.

Our childhood friends are like photographs, those old black and white pics filled with pathos, melancholy and loads of memories. Try as I might or try as many have to make friends with me I have failed to make any new or lasting friendships with anybody after I turned twenty or maybe 1987. I look around and all my loved ones are from and before 1987. Well, living in the same city as quite a few of my childhood friends makes my life easier and tougher for them I guess. But, what to do, for, I am like this only and many can laugh it off saying thank god for one thing and that is Satish is the same and hasn't changed a bit from the time we knew him. I will take it as a compliment for one good thing due to that is I am always predictable and will always have some foul opinion or will do something typically crass. Sorry, my bad. Aiyinthil valayathathu, Aiymbathil Valyathu

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Jannal Oram 262

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while so that we can see Life with a clearer view again. Alex Tan

It had been four long days since Lazarus had died and four days of crying and grieving had not reduced the pain of his sister Martha and she sat outside the small cave inside which the dead Lazarus lay stinking in death.

She first felt the footsteps in her soul and then felt his tender and gentle feet vibrate in her heart and with swollen red eyes she turned and gazed and saw him. She rose and stumbled and fell at his feet and her tears bathed his dusty sandal wrapped feet and she kissed his feet and prayed for help.

He gently held her by her shoulders and lifted her up and in her soul she knew that if so he desired, he could have lifted the very earth with one hand and she stood before him, a tiny trembling form and he looked at her with eyes filled with immense love and asked her with a voice that sounded like an angel " Martha, what do you want? Tell me, child and I will wish it so."

" Lazarus, my lord. I want my brother Lazarus to return to us."

The kind man with angel eyes looked up at the sky and seeing his father " If this is what you want of me, my father. Then your will is my will and it will be done."

He smiled that angelic smile and it cleared Martha's soul of its grief and he slowly walked towards the cave inside which Lazarus lay dead as he had been for the past four days and looking at some of the men, requested softly " Move the stone that covers the cave and that stands between life and death."

The men totally petrified mumbled and began to back away " But, he is dead my lord. Can you not smell his dead and decomposing flesh, even though this stone has sealed the cave airtight."

The tall, bearded saintly man said again " Move the stone and let there be light and new life."

Ten men put their backs to the stone and rolled it away and instantly everyone their grimaced and screamed in horror as the stench of decomposition hit all of them and everyone including Martha backed away in horror and fear and watched the man stand alone at the entrance of the cave.

The light from outside shone through him and lit up the whole cave and banished the darkness that had dwelled there in partnership with death.

He raised his hands and beckoned with his sweet voice " Lazarus, come forth. I Yeshua, the son of God am calling you. Come forth through me and live once again by my side."

The man who had died and had lain dead for four days stumbled up and slowly shuffled towards the man who had raised him to life and fell into his arms.

This was the last miracle that Jesus Christ performed before he himself was crucified and he sacrificed his spirit for all life and rose up in the resurrection. John 11:38-44 New King James Version

She held him gently in her embrace and he felt the power in her love that stemmed from her soul and rose to envelop him and opening his eyes, gently touched her cheeks and told her, " Can we stay just like this, remain thus forever and for all eternity."

She bent her face and planted a gentle and protective kiss on his dry and stiff lips and nodded " Yes, just for a few more moments and then I will have to go."

He struggled in fear and frustration " No, no. Please, I cannot exist on my own. I cannot breathe or think straight without you by my side. I don't want to live for even a millisecond without you and your love."

She caressed his face and slowly pushed back his thick, curly hair and then kissed his forehead gently and looking deep into his eyes, placed a soft hand on his chest and whispered lovingly " I am not going anywhere baby and I will always be here, in here with you and beating with your heart. Don't ever forget that and remember I will be waiting for the time when we can be one again."

He did not want her to go and crying loudly " Where will you go and where can I see you again?"

She looked at him and pointed towards the west " I am going now to be born again and to be one with my sister who was more of a mother to me. I am going to her so that I too can rise again and be one again with my family who is mourning for me."

Thulasi Srinivasan felt her son's left fingers curl around her arm and not understanding what was going on, stared at her son who was in a deep and supposedly irreversible state of coma and saw that his eyes had opened and his lips were moving, mouthing some word.

He was her only child and her life and as any loving and devoted mother would know through her close bonds with her life that came out of her life and womb, knew instinctively what her son wanted and rose and placed her ear over his lips and heard her son Mohan struggle to whisper something and then she heard it clearly and the words that her son was saying was " Suja, call Raman. Suja, call Raman."

Jeeva felt a tingle in her womb and she ran out of her bedroom and all four of her parents looked at her and all four got up quickly and ran to her side and Kamakshi worriedly " Jeeva, ammadi. Ennada chellam. Enna aachu."

Jeeva smiled and touching her womb " I think I am pregnant and I think I am pregnant with Suja."

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Castle doctrine

The internet and newspapers have been flooded with the death of an American, in one of the remote islands of Andaman in the Indian ocean

I only use the word death and not words such as killed, murdered for I think they would be out of context here in my expressions and opinion.

The American, if he was truly one, should know better than stepping into a land, a territory that has been deemed as out of bounds, dangerous and that he would be prosecuted by the Indian authorities in full measure for violating the laws.

The American was shot full of arrows by the natives who are fiercely protective of their land and its privacy and I think for all the right and good reasons.

Remember, what happened many centuries ago, when Europeans came to India in the name of trade and I hope you remember well what all atrocities they committed after taking over this ancient land.

Please remember and think for a moment what the same Europeans did to the Native Americans and how they killed them by gifting them blankets and clothes that had covered those who had died of Smallpox.

Yes, this is what the Mighty Europeans did to the people of the New World and this is just one of the ways in which they wiped off the Original inhabitants of the American continents of North and south America.

Please remember, how Millions of African tribals were uprooted from their lands in Africa and taken as slaves to work on cotton and sugarcane fields of the American continents.

And today, they say that African Americans are criminals who indulge in drugs and violent crimes. Identity lost, slaves to new masters, brutalized beyond even the wildest imagination and now, even now victims of racist shootings and racist Govt, what do you expect from black America.

What else can you expect when a religious fanatic tries to bring the message of God to people who are living peacefully and with respect to Mother Nature who is God herself.

These humans making their existence on these remote islands, I think are much better off than us living in so-called civilized societies and developed countries and cities.

Take these natives and their islands and their quiet daily lives that depend on fruits, herbs, and other food that their forest and land offer and compare them with our so-called civilized society.

From political corruption, gang rapes, murders, ethnic cleansing, Bomb attacks, Isis Beheadings, nuclear tests, nuclear attacks on Japan, chemical and napalm attacks in Vietnam, Iraq, and Libya and so much more.

Now tell me please, who lives a normal, peaceful life in full accordance with Nature and its laws. The Tribals or us, the
so-called Civilized people.

Ha, haaa. Enna kodumada saamy.

Castle doctrine is the name for this thought process of mine and it means that a person can protect, defend and use lethal force on those who trespass their property.

The now dead American would have had full knowledge about such laws for white American homes down south and in Trump land have such notices on their lawns and in front of their houses, proclaiming boldly " Trespassers will be shot."

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Redemption 287

Brighton Beach, New York is also called little Odessa and is populated by mostly Russians who came to America as immigrants over the past 100 years or so. So, it was no surprise that the Russian Mafia had a secret place in their very own backyard to stow away their high-value acquisitions.

Hard cash is always good to have around, but not when they run into many Billions for they occupy too much space and the logistics of hoarding and moving large sums of money is a headache at the least and also practically impossible to do so by avoiding the various snooping eyes of the govt agencies.

Just an addition to the mention of cash and bulk, one just has to google, Jayalalitha, trucks, and cash and you will be taken to an article which states, 570 crores were seized in some trucks near Tirupur during 2016 and without proper documents. State bank of India claimed that the money was theirs but then the seized trucks disappeared and so to the news or any follow up to that news.???????????????????

Criminal enterprises all over the world who hoarded tons of unaccounted money for which no taxes were paid and that had been all earned from drug deals, prostitution, weapon sales, began to invest them in easy to carry valuables and diamonds and jewelry are the first ones that come to mind. But, the criminal masterminds being guided and advised by their
white-collar financial wizards now began to buy up expensive art from galleries and auction houses and the building that Rudran stood in front of, was such a type of storehouse although he had little knowledge about it.

Rudran stared at the large keypad and smiled ferociously and blinked his eyes once and his alien genes flared green inside his eyes and mind and he looked intensely at the keypad and saw clearly the depressions and thumbprints on certain keypads and whispering a prayer, gently and carefully pressed each pad and failed.

He failed a second time but the third attempt was successful and the door opened and he quickly disappeared inside shutting the door behind him.

Boris Vanya's cell phone beeped and in the video that was being transmitted from inside the building, he saw that a lone man had somehow gained access into their storage museum and he curse and quickly began to tap the phone, trying desperately to see how many others were inside the building and muttered " That is not possible. Just one man. One bloody brave bas***d and he is inside our building."

The chopper landed on the beach and Boris and Little Ivan rushed towards the vehicles that Mishka and the other men had come in and Boris turned to Ivan " I am going in alone and I don't want anybody to follow me. This is my territory and so is my problem. All the Billions of dollars worth of paintings and other Art that our Organisation has invested in was given to me for safekeeping and so it is up to me to put this problem to rest."

Boris got in behind the wheel of one of the vehicles and in a soft but scary voice told all of them, " It is impossible that he is alone and so it is up to you men to kill the others that have come with him and are probably lying in wait for us to arrive there. So, take caution but spare no one. This problem ends tonight and I mean it."

Little Ivan wanted to say something, a warning but Boris Vanya raised a huge hand and stopped him and his advise " Ivan, this place is soon going to be yours to take care off but until then I am still the boss here and I am telling you that this is no time for advice or hesitation and time only for lethal action."

He started the engine and looked at them " Follow me at a safe distance and then make sure the building and its surroundings are safe and if not make it safe and secure for we might need to move all this stuff very soon. The cops tried to follow me but I have given them the slip and they will be stupidly following our other men who have been advised to take both the cops and Fbi teams on a wild goose chase.

So, we will have just about enough time to end this problem tonight and then shift all this stuff from here and to another secret place."

Both the vehicles of Boris Vanya and his men raced towards the building that Rudran had entered and reached it in just a few minutes and all of them quickly got out with their guns locked and loaded and ready to kill.

By that time, Boris and his men reached their place, Rudran had descended to the basement of the building and now stood before the magnificent paintings, that kottravan had painted in the late 13th century and stood amazed and speechless on seeing his famous ancestor, the legend, Azhagan stand tall, towering over him and he fell to his knees and paid respects " Pakalon, Maasilan, Kathiravan, Meykandan, Koman, Nikaran. My lord, my king, my father, I, Rudran, in whose body your blood flow, see you and offer my respect and service."

The light descends into London

Arul, Jyothi, and Renuka all heard the knock at the door and without even hesitating, he opened the door but not lowering his gun and in rushed, his mother and their Queen Malar in a bulletproof vest and holding guns in both her hands.

Not stopping even for a moment, she ran towards Renu and falling to one knee told her " My queen, we are begging attacked and by highly trained people and I am not sure when help is going to come."

Renuka worriedly " But Malar, this is The Ritz hotel and we are in the most expensive area of London and somebody dares attack us here. But, how, what about the police and emergency response teams. What about the hotel security?"

Queen Malar shook her head slowly and her eyes too began to fill with worry and worse, panic and controlling it, she said " My queen, Power to the whole area around this hotel has been cut off and I am not sure when it will be restored."

Arul angrily " But mum, what about this hotel's back up generators," and looked at her and cursed " You mean, that too has been taken out. crap."

Renuka stood up and looked at Malar " Queen, what about the Mossad agents, who have been provided by Dr.otto for our security?"

Malar in a very sad and defeat filled voice " Sorry, my queen, three of them are dead and the shots that you are hearing are now from Dr.otto's son who is making one last stand of defense in the corridor."

All four of them stood in silence and heard the deafening silence that now filled their senses and Jyothi whispered in the dark " No more shots and that means no more Otto jr."

Queen Malar's eyes blazed with anger and she spoke " Forget all of that, for now, we need to think up a plan on how to save the queen and the prince. That is the only goal for now."

She looked at Renuka " I am going out now my queen and if it just so happens that I fall, then tell my King Rudran that I fought to the end and with my dying breath."

Renuka hugged her tightly and then Queen Malar walked towards the door and stopped suddenly for she heard strange noises from the other side of the locked door and realized that they were the cries and screams of dying men.

She slowly placed both the handguns into their holsters and reaching to her back brought out the long, shiny sword from its sheath and gripping it with both hands took the classic stance of an attacking samurai.

Turning her head slightly, she told them " I think it is too late for the enemy is now outside our door and in the corridor."

She looked at her children " Arul, Jyothi, make me and our clan of Suryavamsam proud in these final moments."

The darkness inside the room embraced the darkness outside the room and joined hands with the darkness that now filled the area around the hotel. Even, through the thick glasses of their suite, they could hear screams and yells of people on the streets who were gripped by sheer chaos and panic that seemed to have suddenly descended on Central London.

Queen Malar watched as the thick Oak door that separated all of them who were inside and which protected them from the killers on the outside began to creak and then suddenly it opened wide and she launched a deadly attack with her sword, slashing from a top angle so that she could slice the attacker into two from head to toe and her lungs and soul roared " Pakalon, Maasilan, Kathiravan, Meykandan, Koman, Nikaran, in the name of our King Kavin" and in the darkness, two eyes came alive filled with a strange orange fire and in the darkness of the doorway, the deadly sword attack of Queen malar was brushed aside like a feather and then suddenly, all of them were drowned in the lights that came on as power was restored to the city.

Queen Malar's eyes opened wide in shock and amazement and behind her Arul, Jyothi and Renuka too were frozen with shock and awe as they all stood watching the tall man who stood staring at them with a gentle smile.

All four pair of eyes took in the stranger who was dressed casually in a jeans and a collared, half hand tee shirt and all of them saw the strange markings on his left forearm and Queen Malar was the first one to fall and she fell slowly to her knees, her eyes fixed on the tall stranger who stood, filling the entire suite with his aura and power and Arul and Jyothi came rushing to her side and they too fell to their knees and looked up without blinking at the man who stood before them.

Renuka felt Nikhil wake up, rise up and kick out in joy and playfulness and she slowly walked towards the man who stood watching all of them and said " It cannot be. How can it be possible?"

Azhagan smiled " My queen, that which is impossible for the human species is not only possible but downright easy for us, The Ancients."

Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder " One day, not in the distant future, the human being too will live out long and healthy lives. But, what they will do with that time is what saddens me? "

Queen Malar stood up " You, my lord are the legend. I only wish the whole clan was here with us to see you, my king."

Azhagan smiled " Maybe one day and soon."

Renuka looked at him " Why now my lord, why now?"

Azhagan pointed to her womb " Nikhil, my queen. I came to serve and protect the future king. We will come again and again when the odds are stacked against our people and we will always come when our help and intervention is most needed."

Pointing to the corridor " Nearly thirty men came here tonight to kill all of you, but they mainly came for Nikhil. "

Closing his eyes, he appeared to be listening to something and then softly informed them " The police are here and I need to leave quickly or else face embarrassing questions."

Smiling " Don't worry about the bodies for they will be removed without a trace."

Azhagan looked at Renuka " My queen, please tell Rudran the truth for he needs his Redemption and he needs Bhairav."

The boy is the darkness and the light and together make up life.

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I started this voyage of Redemption in the month of September 2015, and now finally in the month of November 2018, I am nearly finished and am ready to end this voyage after nearly Three years.

After posting the final few chapters, I plan to write a chapter which will give you a list of technical information that I have used in this story, starting from Astronomy to Physics.

Twins in the womb, Chimera, Biological weapons and so much more.

Redemption done with it will then be a full march on with Jannal Oram and to its climax.

I thank all of you and wish you and your families a great Sunday and also a lovely week ahead.

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Jannal Oram 263

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Dr. S. Balasubramaniam, MD (Gen. Medicine), DM (Neurology) Consultant Neurologist is currently rated as one of the best Neurologist in Chennai and he was the one who was requested by Mohan's father, Venu Srinivasan and although it took a couple of hours for him to reach the Lifeline Palliative care center, he finally did arrive and then swiftly took charge of his new patient and proceeded to carefully examine his reports and with that done the doctor then turned to his new patient.

Mohan was subjected to many neurological examinations which assess motor and sensory skills, the functioning of one or more cranial nerves, hearing and speech, vision, coordination and balance, mental status, and changes in mood or behavior, among other abilities. Items including a tuning fork, flashlight, reflex hammer, ophthalmoscope, and needles are used to help diagnose brain tumors, infections such as encephalitis and meningitis, and diseases such as Parkinson's disease, Huntington's disease, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, and epilepsy.

Then he slowly laid his left ear to Mohan's lips and listened carefully to what he was trying to say and then looked up at his patients parents and asked them " Your son is continuously repeating the names Suja and Raman and they seem to be the only words that his brain is throwing out and maybe for some important reason. Are these the names of his siblings or close friends of his and your family."

Mohan's dad, Venu shook his head sadly " Sorry doctor, neither I nor my wife is familiar with these names that my son has been saying for many hours now. What do we do sir? what do you want us to do?"

Dr. S. Balasubramaniam stood up and in a very gentle and calm voice told Mohan's parents " Sir, I can only call this a medical miracle but then anything to do with the brain and its functions is a miracle by itself."

Stopping himself, he placed a comforting hand on Venu Srinivasan's shoulder " Mr.Venu, the best thing to do at this moment is to try and locate these people who your son is calling out for. Maybe, seeing them or hearing their voices might trigger even more rapid development in his brain and help him recover to a certain degree."

Thulasi Srinivasan sobbing softly folded her hands and asked the doctor " Sir, will my son return to normalcy. Will he live out a normal life or will he be bedridden forever."

Dr. S. Balasubramaniam was stuck for an answer and then taking his time, answered the difficult question that he had been asked many a time in his life," Mrs.Srinivasan, patients with such severe brain trauma should not even be alive and that too for such a long time. That itself is a miracle and maybe more miracles are possible. But then miracles are not in my jurisdiction or in my power to grant them and lie in the hands of the God above and I pray to my god, Lord Ram, that your son gets better and has a good future. But, it will take time and progress will be really slow. All we can do now is hope and pray and importantly locate these people who are calling out for, as he is calling for them unconsciously and from that part of the soul that is the domain of the creator himself."

Mohan's dad Venu began to raise the subject of his fees and Dr.Balasubramaniam stopped him and told him " Sir, we will come to that later" and left both son and parents in the room with the only sounds of " Suja, Raman" rising. filling and echoing in their ears and souls.

Valmiki declared, "Holy One, I wonder if any man born into the world was blessed with all the virtues by your Father in heaven."

"Tell me what the virtues are, and I will tell you the man who has them."

Valmiki began in his inward way, enunciating each attribute carefully: "Integrity, bravery, righteousness, gratitude, dedication to his beliefs, a flawless character, compassion for all living, learning, skill, beauty, courage beyond bravery, radiance,control over his anger and his desires, serenity, a lack of envy, and valor to awe Indra's Devas." As Narada's eyes grew wistful, Valmiki continued. "I know I am asking for perfection in a mere mortal. But I wondered if a man of this world could have all these, which not even the Gods possess." The sage was convinced his perfect man could only be the figment of a romantic imagination

Narada said softly, "In these very times such a man was born into the world. His name is Rama."

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Jannal Oram 264

Three things cannot long stay hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth. Buddha

Time. What is this thing called Time and is our lives just a moment in this medium through we judge our existence, though it is just all about coming and going, far away.

Time. Is it that moment between breaths, between beats, between kisses, between a flicker of the eye.

How do we measure time and how do we measure a life lived and that which has been taken away by death.

Venu Srinivasan sat by the side of his only son, Mohan and stared at his face for a long, long time and then told his wife, Thulasi " he has gone back to the same dark place. A place far away from us and all the money and the power that comes with it."

Turning to his wife " Thulasi, I feel so impotent and so damn useless. There were so many times when Mohan came to me and I brushed him off citing my workload and instead kept giving him, sorry offering him money which he so politely declined. I see now that all he wanted was my time and the love and acceptance that only a father and mother can hope to give and which has no price."

Thulasi wanted to scream her head off and just unload her anger and frustration on her husband. But instead, she patiently consoled her husband " Venu, don't blame yourself for this tragedy for this is what was destined for our son and all we can do is give our best and hope for the best."

She too sat on the other side of the bed and between them lay their son and both gently stroked his face, hands, and shoulders tenderly and with great love.

Thulasi gently told her husband " Venu, Don't mistake me and please don't get offended with what I have to say."

Venu shook his head sadly " No, I won't Thulasi."

" Our son has come back from the brink of death and has even spoken, although they are just two words,Two names. Yet, he has come back and something has brought him back from that dark abyss that he had fallen into. Maybe, there is a reason for him uttering these names and that too while he is in a coma and totally unconscious about it. These names of the people that he is so desperately calling out for even while he lies here battling death that is just a heartbeat away means that he is trying to tell us something. A message that probably is connected to these people called Suja and Raman."

Thulasi gently took her husband's right hand " Find them, Venu dear. Find them quickly and bring them here before mohan leaves us forever. Maybe they can bring him some happiness and peace that we are unable to give our son during his final moments"

Venu, Mohan's dad promised to do so and left the room, saying he would be back after making some calls and thus it started, the process of Father time and Mother life to rise as witnesses in an eternal battle between good and bad.

Assistant Commissioner Damodaran who had been placed in charge of Suja's suicide case at the request of the Police Commissioner was in his office when the call came and it was from an unknown number.

" Hello, Assistant Commissioner Damodaran speaking" and the caller introduced himself " Sir, my name is Venu Srinivasan. I am not sure if you remember me for it has been more than a month since you came to visit us at our home."

Assistant Commissioner Damodaran tried to recollect and failing " Sorry Mr. Venu, you need to give me more details than just your name so that i can recollect you better."

" Sir, you came to our house is Anna Nagar regarding my son Mohan's accident which took place in Vadapalani" and the moment, AC Damodaran heard the words Mohan, Vadapalani, his senses came alert and hurriedly he apologized " Sorry sir. I am neck deep with hundreds of cases and I find it slightly difficult to remember all the names involved in the case. Please tell me sir, how can I help you?"

" Assistant Commissioner sir, it has been nearly a month since my son's accident and his personal belongings have yet to be returned to us."

Assistant Commissioner Damodaran in an embarrassed voice " I am extremely sorry sir and i will see to it that all of your son's belongings are returned to you by today evening. Sir, you could have called me much earlier and I would have seen to this matter then itself."

Mohan's dad venu sadly " Thank you. Thank you very much. Sir, if it is not too much of a problem, can I come over personally and collect my son's things."

Assistant Commissioner Damodaran replied " of course sir. I see no problem with that. Give me a couple of hours and I will get it arranged and then I will call you. Is that okay sir?"

Just as he was about to end the call, Assistant Commissioner Damodaran hesitated and then asked Venu Srinivasan " Sir, I am sorry if my question and words hurt you in any way. I am only asking this out of concern and also since you are asking for your son's belongings. Are you planning to let him go rather than letting him lie in a state of irreversible coma."

If Assistant Commissioner Damodaran had expected to hear the sounds of crying or even an angry outburst, he was mistaken for the reply was such that he was taken aback and sat still frozen in shock.

" Assistant Commissioner sir, my Mohan is going nowhere in a hurry for he is coming back or at least trying to come back to us."

" Sir, I am sorry but I am unable to understand what you are trying to say."

" Assistant Commissioner sir, my son is not finished as yet and instead has been trying to say something."

AC Damodaran gently " what sir? what has he been saying?"

" He has been saying these two words, two names over and over. I am not familiar with those name and thought I could go through his mobile contacts and see if these names are listed there."

Assistant Commissioner Damodaran's police radar senses tingled slightly and the question that he asked was from years of being leading investigations " Sir, these names that your son is saying. What are these names?"

" Suja and Raman. These are the two name, only words that are escaping my son's lips and maybe, really from his soul."

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Politics means power and corruption

William Pitt the Elder, speaking before the British House of Lords, 9 January 1770, observed: "Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it." This was echoed more famously by John Dalberg-Acton over a century later: "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely."

Politics, " Politik, meaning "affairs of the cities" is the process of making decisions that apply to members of a group.It refers to achieving and exercising positions of governance organized control over a human community, particularly a state.

Politics is a multifaceted word. It has a set of fairly specific meanings that are descriptive and nonjudgmental (such as "the art or science of government" and "political principles"), but often does carry a connotation of dishonest malpractice.

The word comes from the same Greek word from which the title of Aristotle's book Politics (Polis) also derives; polis means "affairs of the cities". The book title was rendered in Early Modern English in the mid-15th century as "Polettiques"; it became "politics" in Modern English. The singular politic first attested in English 1430 and comes from Middle French politique, in turn from Latin politicus, which is the Latinization of the Greek politikos, meaning amongst others "of, for, or relating to citizens", "civil", "civic", "belonging to the state",in turn from polites, "citizen"and that from polis, "city".

Superstar Rajinikanth announced his intentions about entering politics in a halfhearted way and even with the volume turned up to its maximum, I could not hear many of the sentences and it took me a few moments to understand that there was nothing there and that as usual and off late, the actor has left many a sentence unfinished and also his fans and many lakh members of the public hanging on to his unfinished word and also his halfhearted attempts to come or go. To jump into the ship or jump out of the ship that is politics.

Every Tom, Dick and Harry and not to forget Mary, Kuppan, Subban, Raakayi and, Mookayi began to issue statements and almost all of them had one question, one poser for the Superstar and the question was " Arasiyala pathi unakku enna theriyum( what do you know about politics)."

Before I share with you as to what I think of Rajinikanth's answer, let me share with you my answer and along with it my thoughts and understanding about politics.

Politics to my immediate and instant understanding means governing and management of a body which could be a council, city, state or a country or like the United Nations which means many nations coming together.

It simply means, managing the given resources of the area and also maintaining peace and order and importantly seeing to it that all the people who are being managed have food, clean water, housing, and security.

The food situation in Tamil Nadu is not bad but can be improved.

Water- Bad, really bad and mostly because of poor management

Housing- a fluid situation that oscillates between decent to scary bad

Security- decent. Much better than other states if compared.

If we take the DMK party, then they have a lot of questions to be answered that pertains to the 2g and 3g scam and also the granite quarry problem in Madurai where a whole mountain disappeared and granite worth several thousand crores.

Rowdyism, land grabbing, and mafia tactics are some of the most serious charges that have always been leveled against the Dmk party members and also high-level corruption and strong-arm tactics in the movie business are additional charges.

The biggest charge is the brutal attack which the Dmk Mla's launched on Jayalalitha in 1989 when she attended the parliament and it remains to this day a festering wound in the minds of the Tamil people, especially women.

Coming to the AIADMK party, my first question is regarding the 2015 floods and as to why the Chemberambakkam Lake waters were released in the middle of the night and that too without any sort of warning which then led to the city of Chennai being flooded for nearly a week or more.

500 or more people were killed in the 2015 flood and the losses incurred by the people ran into many thousands of crores and sadly many thousands of Chennaites lost everything that they owned and also members of their families.

One of the reasons why the flood was so devastating in its magnitude was because of rampant real estate developments and without proper authorization. Politicians from all parties had their hands deep in the rape and molestation of the city of Chennai and you can see their wealth reflected in the Toyota Fortuner vehicles that they so blatantly drive around in.

My second question to the ruling party is, would the late Amma, have managed to escape her prison sentence if she had been alive.

She did manage to escape her prison sentence but she could not escape death. She managed to cheat the supreme court judgment but in the end could not cheat death and I think that was the best escape for her as the alternative would have been sad and scary to say the least for imagine a sitting chief minister, resigning and going to Bengaluru jail to serve a four year term in prison with Chinnamma Sasikala.

But then, the late Amma has been in and out of jail many a time and on the same note, a 5 time chief minister.

Up and down, in and out are words which best describe the life of Amma.

Just a brief visit to the politics conducted by the DMK and the AIADMK over the past 51 years seems to be more than enough to make us realize that this is not what the word politics means and surely then these are not politicians in the literal sense and that prompts the question as to politics are they talking about in context to superstar Rajinikanths announcement about his intentions of entering politics.

Simply put " Who are you and what is your qualification and what gives you the moral right to question rajini, kamal and vijay about their intentions when it comes to politics

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Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day.

Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi otherwise known to us by his short, sweet and wise name of Rumi was a soul who lived nearly 800 years ago and yet long after his body has turned to dust and recycled by Mother Earth into whose womb he was buried, his soul and spirit still enter our minds and lives to this day and will continue to do so long after we too have become dust and ashes.

I share with you, the love and wisdom of Rumi who i consider a real master, a genuine Aghori and a guide for all mankind.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.

There is a voice that doesn't use words, listen.