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Posted: 6 years ago

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My dear friends,

I have been very busy the past few weeks and hence the flood of my posts have turned into a trickle.

Last month was spent with Kalyana parisu 2 and other ad assignments and then came the movie offer from the famous and highly talented director Selvaraghavan. Most, would identify him as Actor Dhanush's elder brother unlike me who thinks of him as the wizard who gave us " Kadhal kondein, 7G Rainbow Colony, Aayirathil Oruvan, Mayakkam Enna " and the original of "Yaaradi nee mohini" in Telugu the super hit "Aadavari Matalaku Arthale Verule".

Just a few scenes in his new creation titled " NGK" which has Surya in the lead but I am majorly kicked and thrilled to have worked under the direction of a talented person.

Well, my role is the Villain Chief minister's PA, a paavam character and although I had done the same previously in " Arima nambi" back in 2014, I did not hesitate even a millisecond before saying a huge and enthusiastic yes. The reason being Selvaraghavan and that is all the reason. I confess that I would have happily turned down the same offer from most other projects and the reason for that is that every actor worth his salt dreams of working and more importantly learning to better his craft and from his peers who are higher up on the pedestal.

So, this is why I haven't had the time to write and I am sorry to say that I doubt if I will have more time in the coming weeks for I have been offered an interesting role in a Telugu serial for which I will be working in Hyderabad.

I promise to write when I find time.

I wish you all a great day and give you and your families my best wishes, love and blessings. Be well.

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Posted: 6 years ago

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Jannal Oram 271

You are not just for the right or left,

but for what is right over the wrong.

You are not just rich or poor,

but always wealthy in the mind and heart.

You are not perfect, but flawed.

You are flawed, but you are just.

You may just be conscious human,

but you are also a magnificent

reflection of God. Suzy Kassem

Jeeva sat by the window and staring in the Northern direction where her Raman was right now and silently prayed for his safety. Hearing the bedroom door open and even from the way it sounded Jeeva knew it was Raman's dad Shaktivel and she turned to greet him and saw Valli and both her parents standing at the entrance of the bedroom and she smiled at them " Okay, come in. You have my permission to enter my private space."

She stood and taking her dads arm seated him beside her on the bed and gently scolded him " Dei Mani, why da? why do you have to walk and strain yourself while you should be in bed fast asleep?"

Manigandan replied " Ammadi, can a parent fall asleep when their child is not and is sitting by the window with full of worries."

Valliammai, Raman's mother desperately wanted to know about her son and yet she struggled and hesitated for fear of breaking protocol and invading Jeeva's privacy.

Jeeva looked at her and then at the others " I am not going to lie to you. I could not reach Raman but I spoke to Kavita who told me that he was meeting someone very important regarding this whole affair."

Shaktivel's deep, rich voice boomed in the room like a voice from the heavens " Jeeva, Iyyavukku onnu aagathu. He will be back tomorrow and we will all stand here in the same spot and talk and laugh about the whole thing."

Jeeva nodded and with a bright smile that lit up the whole room and their souls said " Appa, I know that very well and yet my heart worries just like all your hearts are worrying. It is normal to worry thus for we know what shocks, twists and turns life is capable of delivering and that too in an instant and everything will turn topsy turvy."

" Maybe Jeeva but we will come to that when that time comes and when we are forced to face that dire situation. But, right at this moment Raman is safe and is doing what he is meant to do and was born to do and trained to do. Knowing him, he will do the job and will return tomorrow."

Valliammai gently kissed Jeeva's head " I am his mother and yet from the time he was born, I knew he was special and starting from a very young age, we all saw that his every word and action was filled with a purpose and meaning and at all times they meant and did good."

Jeeva smiled naughtily " Aiyo, I know that very well for after many months of looking at each other, it was I that made the move and offered him a seat next to me and a place in my heart. He was too much of a gentleman to make the first move and I am sure that if I had not made the move, we would be still staring at each other in the bus and probably well into old age."

All of them burst out laughing and Jeeva quickly added: " not that I would have minded for every day, my eyes used to seek him out and my whole spirit would lift up when in his presence."

Kamakshi moaned sadly " what a lovely story and scenes? Why don't our films capture such beautiful and poignant moments between lovers? instead, they show the hero making an omelet on the woman's navel and playing with ice cubes on her naked midriff?"

Jeeva looked at her in shock and yelled " Kamakshi, ennadi idhu, situation theriyama. Chee, antha midnight masala paakatheennu sooneille."

Kamakshi with a naughty smile " endi amma, please enlighten me as to the means and ways in which you were born into this world. The answer is because I and your dad did midnight masala."

Jeeva closed her ears and screamed " Aiya, aiyo, asingam puduchavale. Maanatha vaangaathe di kamakshi."

Shakti and Valli looked at each other and unable to control their laughter collapsed to the ground and howled their laughter.

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Posted: 6 years ago

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Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day.

More than any other time or moments, it is only in the light of the coming dawn that I always think in gratitude and faith of all those who have come and gone and all those who are still present in my life and in my part of the world. So many journeys, so many passengers, so many junctions and yet we are here still riding the journey called life and I am grateful to have you as my fellow passenger as I too am one of those in your world.

Time is slipping away and slipping and sliding away very fast and 2018 just turned its back and went off into the yonder and 2019 is already into February and is turning its sight towards the yonder where most of time lies unreachable.

I have never been very ambitious and have always just done my best and given my best to the work that has been offered to me. I have always known that I am just a worker bee and have always been comfortable with that.

I write, I share, I express all that I have seen, heard and felt along this journey called living for they spring and bubble forth from my soul seeking other such souls and in the vain hope that life could be alone in this planet but I don't want to be alone in this world and life.

Naa solrathu kekutha. Ellorukkum kekutha.

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Basic English is easy to command, but can be confusing to others

Narayan washed his underwear and hung it to dry on his neighbour's fence. Since it was the rainy season, he clipped a note on it with his basic English.

Ambika his neighbour, got a shock of her life when she read his note:

Please remind me to remove my underwear, when you remove your clothes!!

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Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day. All the very best.

My words might read crude but I bet it makes the point and the point being false prophets, gurus and spiritual leaders. Whenever the topic of " Enga guide, guru, spiritual leader " comes up, I beat a hasty retreat or worse lose my sense of speech and hearing. Many a time, the people around me during those moments look at me, stare at me and wonder if I am suffering symptoms of early onset of Alzheimer's which may be true for sometimes I do wish that from God.

But, when pushed, beaten for an answer, I smile sweetly, arrange my face with the most polite, harmless and cherubic expression and whisper " I don't need a guru, guide etc" and when I am forced to reply, I do so.

" I think of my God as my mother and father and best friend. Why would I need someone's permission to drink from the breast of my mother or sit on the lap of my father or throw my arms around my best friend's shoulders and beam " dei machaan, I am grateful to have you by my side and privileged to be in yours."

" I think of my God as my greatest love and so why do I need a pimp to be in love with my greatest love."

The reactions from the ones on whose ears these rather sweet and honest words are downright scary and repulsive and a few have stopped talking to me.

I try telling them, asking them too " How else or what else can you do to or with an entity that can only be felt in our innermost part of our soul and thoughts."

Love to, all you beautiful souls is just that like God can be felt, understood, enjoyed, realized, treasured only in the soul.

The body will age, the hormones will vanish, black will turn grey and then white and then maybe disappear just like the body but love and its energy will remain.

She asked me " Do you love me still? " and I replied, " Now more than ever and with my every breath and with more meaning and more depth."

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Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day and a lovely weekend ahead. All the very best.

Slowly but surely Summer is creeping in, slipping in, setting in although the nip and the odd moments of chill are still putting up a brave battle against the coming season of the sun. The Sun is always there, the eye in the sky, the only witness, jury, judge that sees all and knows all and yet its grace and cool gaze of the previous years last Two months and this years first month are but embers of memories.

Many people believe that the temperature changes because the Earth is closer to the sun in summer and farther from the sun in winter. In fact, the Earth is farthest from the sun in July and is closest to the sun in January.

During the summer, the sun's rays hit the Earth at a steep angle. The light does not spread out as much, thus increasing the amount of energy hitting any given spot. Also, the long daylight hours allow the Earth plenty of time to reach warm temperatures.

All the trees in and around my neighborhood are shedding, shaking themselves off last years faded and now brown, crisp and dead leaves and I stood in envy and looked at them and whispered: " Wish I too could grow some hair back on my fast receding hairline and on the now visible scalp."

A sudden gust shook the tree hard and it showered, rained more dry and dead leaves on my head and it hummed " my leaves and your hair are no comparison human for my leaves breathe and are the reason that you breathe and are alive. My leaves are for a purpose and that is to serve other life while I serve myself. But, your hair is already dead and are made of dead cells and yet you compare that with my life giving leaves. I shelter many lives, birds, insects, and small animals among my leafy branches while you shelter, dead skin, lice, and mites."

Ashamed of myself, I said sorry and the Tree hummed " Now, pray for more limbs so that you many plant more trees, give more to others who have less or nothing and stop praying for dead hair."

I felt my scalp and nodded okay to the tree and now I hummed " ponaal pogattum podaa

ponaal pogattum poda indha

boomiyil nilaiyaai vaazhnthavar yaaradaa,

ponaal pogattum poda indha

boomiyil nilaiyaai vaazhnthavar yaaradaa,

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Jannal Oram 272

The hidden strength is too deep a secret. But in the end...in the end it is our only ally.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed in quiet and neither the driver nor had Raman attempted to make contact but for the formal greetings of " Good Evening" that they had exchanged when they had begun the journey.

Raman had looked at the driver whose face was covered by some kind of black cloth and his eyes too were wrapped in dark glasses and hence he had stopped looking at the rear-view mirror in a vain hope of glimpsing the driver's eyes and from that fathom the man and his thoughts.

Raman sat still and composed in the back seat and watched the world outside whiz past him in the darkness and the often blinding headlights that the opposite lane vehicles dazzled into their vehicle and eyes.

Raman sat unmovingly and yet all the while he was in deep meditation and in touch with the essence and teachings of all his masters who existed in him and had made a permanent dwelling in his soul.

His meditation was broken by the question thrown back at him from the driver " You are obviously a civilian" and Raman replied, " Yes and you are obviously an army man".

The man held the steering with his left hand and offered his right hand " army, yes and my name is Sourabh" and Raman took it and said " Raman and nice meeting you Sourabh".

" Civilian you say and yet here you are on some kind of mission that the top brass has thrown in and has included your name."

Raman remained silent and Sourabh smiled " You don't talk much do you do, my young civilian friend."

" Talk about what Sourabh. For, we have only just met and are together on some journey that I only partly suggested while the logistics and planning have been done from your team."

The army man chuckled " Real cool cat you are Mr. Civilian and I guess that is why you are such a damned fine lawyer out in the normal, civil life."

Raman inclined his head to the right very subtly " thank you Sourabh but I am just about an okay lawyer".

" Fine, humble, silent and most importantly brave for even wanting to venture into this rather mysterious mission that my boss has cooked up."

Raman looked at the rear-view mirror and knowing pretty well that the driver was aware that he was being stared at asked him " I just have one question and which is, Is Mr. V.K. Singh joining us tonight?"

Sourabh the army driver shook his head " No sir, he has nothing to do with this operation that has been planned and his involvement stopped with his forcing you into this situation which had vehemently opposed. But, he brought the weight of the Prime Minister's force with him and add to that that he is a former army man and a rather dogged character who will stop at nothing until his will has been done and so you were included in tonight's mission."

Seeing Raman silent and not forthcoming, Sourabh continued " I hope you know that you have voluntarily allowed yourself into this rather sticky situation and that we are not responsible if anything should happen to you."

Raman replied, " I know and take full responsibility for myself Brigadier Sooryanarayanan but have you asked yourself if you will take responsibility for your actions in this sir."

The car slowed and slowly pulled away from the highway and came to a gentle halt.

The driver remained silent and then removing his glasses and the black cloth that covered his face also removed the black skull cap and slowly turned and faced Raman.

Veteran and career army man and a civilian lawyer faced each other and it was the army man who broke first and asked: " How did you know it was me?"

Raman extended a finger at the brigadier's wrists " The grey hair means middle age and means that you are somewhere between 55 and 60 which means retirement age. Your bearing, English diction told me that you are high up on the officer's ranks and that you did not get there working your way up from a subedar level but you are a product of the national defense academy.

The way you spoke to me showed respect but also a bit of frustration and arrogance and that extended when you spoke about General V.K.Singh who has operational authority over you and hence your anger in me being here. But, more than anything I detect strong emotions of anger in your voice and that means it has been a long, long time since you actually stepped into a mission and which so means that you are always the brains and not the brawn for the actual men who step into battle and secret and dangerous missions are rather very cool and show no signs of emotions."

Brigadier Sooryanarayanan stepped out of the car and Raman followed suit and both stood facing each other in the night and the older man said " I am here to avenge my only daughter Poornima" and Raman answered " I am here for not only Vijay but for many others who have died at the hands of this man Vaidyanathan and his partner in crime Santoshi Lal."

Brigadier Sooryanarayanan shifted his right foot back and even that subtle shifting of the foot transmitted itself to Raman who smiled inside and yet his face revealed nothing and looked calmly at the veteran who suddenly launched a jab with his left hand and swung a deadly hook with his right hand and found air and then found himself being launched into the very same air and over Raman's shoulder.

But, he landed on his feet like a cat with just a slight stumble, an act that was pretty impressive for his age and crouching on the ground looked up at Raman and smiled " Not bad. Not bad at all for there are very few among my men who could have done what you just did to me."

He offered his hand and Raman took it and tried to help him to his feet but the Brigadier instead tried to sweep his legs off and Raman just leaped into the air and backward and landing on his feet said: " I can do this all night and all day and it will not get us anywhere."

Brigadier Sooryanarayanan dropped his pleasant manners and courtesy " You will do exactly as I tell you to do and will do it without any protest. This is my mission and I am doing this for my daughter, do you hear me, lawyer. My mission and my orders only. Say yes and we proceed or else, I will call for a vehicle that will take you back to your hotel."

Raman put out his hand " yes sir ."

Brigadier Sooryanarayanan took the proffered hand and shook it and both got into the car and were soon speeding on the highway.

After a few minutes, the Brigadier whispered: " You are wasting your time as a civilian when instead you should be in the army, leading this great nation into greater glory and mighty victories."

" Brigadier Sir, you are just the weapon while it is us civilians who pull the trigger and frame the laws that help you find the target, weapons and tell you who to kill and whom not to kill. I think I can do far greater things being a civilian than by being in the army."

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Clear, Present And Danger-1

Stress - Pressure or tension exerted on a material object. A state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or demanding circumstances.

Strain- a force tending to pull or stretch something to an extreme or damaging degree.a severe or excessive demand on the strength, resources, or abilities of someone or something.

Yes, stress and strain and I tell you these two forces, energies, states, vibrations, scenarios are real killers and they kill you at any given instant or kill you slowly with a delayed reaction or say a long lit fuse and the bomb explodes even as you are sniffing the air and thinking " Is that smoke I am smelling".

It has been 19 years since I have been driving a car and yet I do stop and sigh in envy when riders on their new, huge

two-wheelers zoom past my car and vanish into the distance.

My sighs and envy soon fade as the air con cools my jealous soul and from all the four speakers that surround me, emanate the soothing songs of my favourite composers MSV Ilayaraja. The Red lights glare brightly even in the daytime and a large monitor displays the countdown and I morbidly stare at it and then slowly glance around all the people who have halted at the traffic lights and wonder if life has indeed begun the ultimate countdown for any of them or me.

A common sight today and used to it, I gaze in wonder as the fingers of the riders on the two-wheelers around me race across the screen and I keep count and wonders of wonders, for many of them send, receive, send many messages in just 35 to 40 seconds and just as the red turns yellow zoom off again and vanish leaving me and many other motorists to shift from neutral into first.

There was a time when I too zoomed off into the horizon like those two-wheelers leaving behind my two stroke's petrol cum oil smoke and I guess I did that many a time over nearly 7 to 8 years. But, Marriage soon put an end to all that and I drastically slowed down and by the time I purchased a car, I drove around like as some drivers are called and abused in Chennai " Saavu girakki" and " Rules Ramanujam".

Having been orphaned at a young age and losing my father in a two-wheeler accident was reason enough and the other strong and pertinent reason was the fear of being involved in an accident and not dying and living as a vegetable and worse without limbs.

Yikes people, I wouldn't wish that on even my enemies although come to think of it, there do crop up some people who deserve worse than that. That for another day and maybe when we are all too old and ready to drop the bucket or kick the bucket.

The first time I sat in a car and drove around, my conscience told me " Sat, Bro, even the smallest car weighs in at a minimum 500 to 600 kgs and now do the math of the damage,impact it can create even at slow speeds such as 20 to 30 km an hour and think and ponder what that damage would be if your car hits either a cycle or a two-wheeler or god help us a pedestrian.

Govinda, Govinda.

But then, it is not only you or me that are the causes of accidents for they are all around us and all of them are in different states of emotions( mostly road rage) and sleep and the damages are the same whether you hit them or they run into you. It does not matter for someone always dies or is badly injured.

Forget all those mass shootings in the United States and forget their gun laws and forget those souls who go Postal on their friends, neighbours, classmates and colleagues for drivers and their vehicles form a much grave danger than guns and the person who wields them.

Do you remember the case of Salman Khan running over those poor workers on the pavements? No, I am just gently reminding you what is possible and not possible?

years ago, our city transport buses such as PTC were running amok on our streets thinking that they were Lord Yama's deputies and were indulging in eradicating the overpopulated Chennai area although that had greatly reduced in numbers and the job has been now handed over to the two-wheelers who have perfected the art of suicide and kill themselves under buses and other vehicles.

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Sunday of all days is one day I wish that the Gym was kept open. The gym used to be open on all days of the week but closed in the afternoon on a Sunday and then a few years back it was decided by the owner that it be a total holiday on a Sunday.

My pleas and reasoning that Sunday was the only day that many would dare venture or attempt to venture to the gym fell on deaf ears and so it has been thus.

Sunday is one day that Besant Nagar is flooded with visitors and the past few years has been a start and finish point for Marathons and so I do my own marathon on a Sunday and vanish far from it.

Marina beach is okay but any later than 5.00 am and the only parking space you find is on top of Gandhi's head or inside any one of those memorials which come to think of it is near impossible.

So, off I go walking along the shores and away from Besant Nagar and all the way to Neelankarai. The outbound walk is okay but the inbound trip back to home is a bit of a pain for the sun is invariably out in full force and sweaty, dehydrated it becomes like an endurance test to just find the way back home.

My old faithful Nokia Analog phone is now my music player and I have upgraded its memory card from 2 Gb to 8 Gb and so it has enough of my music to reach the heavens above and be back in time for my next birth.

As always, be it leaving home and stepping out for work, for a small drive out of the city or leaving to the airport to fly out for work, even this stepping out for a Sunday morning walk or a slow run fills my heart with a strange kind of excitement and quickens my pulse.

Maybe, I do somehow see my life and the other lives in it as some kind of anchor, bondage that holds me down from escaping away into the wide realm of this earth and see for myself all that I have dreamt of from my childhood.

Be it a new person, be it a new road, house, place or city, I am all curious to know and learn about them.

The Sand is damp with the sea and I tread deep, leaving my footprints in it and stop and turn and smile as I see the proverbial footprints in the sands of time that are the shores.

I sit down and take the sand that is as fine as Talcum powder and wonder who else is on the other side of the vast sea, thinking and doing the same that I was doing.

Thailand, Malaysia, oh well, they are two to three hours ahead of me and Chennai and I guess the sun is already up and roaring its way towards me and my land, not yet Surya Deva.

I see long lines of men tugging the ropes that are buried beneath the waters and like an umbilical cord are attached to the boats out in the sea and which have cast large nets around them.

Just two boats and a few men on each of them to do the casting of the nets and yet it takes nearly thirty to forty men to reel in the net and all the lives that dwelled in the bosom of the sea.

FISH FRY, CRAB MASALA, SQUID VARUVAL. Yup people, all of them are coming ashore and will soon be weighed and sold and eaten.

There is a strange game going on here. A game of life, a game of survival and it is a vital game and I confess a game that totally fascinates me.

In the early dawn by the soft, cool sand, I sit down to breathe and give a breather for my blistered and baking feet and face the sea and the sun and wonder what all this is about. I mean this very thing called Existence.