*From & To Sathish* - Thread 4 - Page 64

NerKonda Paarvai

Good morning. I wish you all a beautiful day.

Actions speak louder than words. Prophetic words and that which is cliched and ancient and yet they carry so much meaning in them.

On 31 August 1997, Diana, Princess of Wales, died in a car crash in the Pont de l'Alma tunnel in Paris while the driver was fleeing the paparazzi.

2019, the needs of the news-hungry reporters and Journalists have multiplied many more times and yet in all that Ajith Kumar stands alone, a beacon of humility, kindness, and discipline and hence my words " Actions speak louder than words".

Actor Ajith can be accused of many things but he cannot and never be accused of saying or doing the wrong thing and all who come away from interacting with him, come away with a feeling of awe and wonder.

' He is so down to earth. So, comfortable to work with. Humble, helpful and has no auras around him and does his work as requested and goes about his life, his personal life in his own quiet and immaculate way.

In today's world of Big boss, WhatsApp, youtube, Instagrams and other social platforms, here is an actor who after such a huge hit such as Viswasam chose to do a remake of a Hindi film, Pink.

Pink now remade in Tamil as Ner Konda Paarvai is the need of today and socially and vitally relevant for its theme and content and to not only inform all men but also educate them on Etiquette.

Just because a woman has a drink with you does not mean she is willing to sleep with you. Just because a woman agrees to go out on a date with you does not mean she is also willing to get into bed with you.

Just because a woman agrees to go out to watch a film, go out for dinner does not mean that she is a person who sleeps around.

I wish all actors from the Tamil cinema could stand up and clap for the theme and content of the film and come out and wish the film great success for they are not wishing Ajith alone to do well but are really wishing the men to be better and treat women better.

Let's face it, and let,s accept the simple truth and which is that an Actor can take a message, information and spread it to more people than any other public person.

There are no good actors or bad actors but only good stories and good casting and this is where and why most films bomb at the box-office and also because of that old need and craving called Greed.

just like killing the goose that laid a golden egg every day, actors should nurture and cherish the industry and think of the long run and also the future of every other technician's involved.

Well, I can only hope, wish and yes, dream.

lots of love and best wishes.

Jannal Oram 327

Tamil Nadu Home Minister Vaidyanathan sat watching the news on the large screen television as many channels were carrying live the news of Vijaya Bhaskar's funeral. He was watching Sun TVs news channel for its quality of broadcast and reporters were far superior to their own Jaya news channel. It was a wonder and a mystery that even the late Amma in power could not do anything to bring down the popularity of the Dmk's, Sun network that still was no.1 in ratings although a few other channels had caught up with it in the news department, like Puthiya Thalaimurai and Thanthi tv Channels.

He felt her presence and slowly opening his eyes, saw his daughter Sudha standing there and Vaidyanathan asked her ' Why? why haven't you come to see me before this? why have you abandoned me like everyone else?'

Sudha stood there looking at him strangely and shook her head sadly and Vaidyanathan asked her ' I am sure that I am fast asleep and you have come back again to me like a dream. But, why are you standing so far away?'

Sudha answered ' Because you scare me dad and you scare me so much that I dare not approach you even in your dreams.'

Minister Vaidyanathan yelled angrily and out of frustration ' how can you say that of me? How can you say that you are scared of me when all I did and am doing is for your sake and for your legacy?'

Sudha laughed and came closer ' My legacy. Please, dad, stop joking and be honest for once and at least to your only child that is still yours even in death.'

Vaidyanathan's eyes opened wide and in a timid voice ' what do you want me to do Sudha? I am just an old man trying to hang on to his daughter's memory and maybe I went a bit too far.'

Sudha sat in front of him ' what have you achieved dad? tell me for you are all alone in life. You even managed to chase away your only support and the only person who would have stood by you, no matter what. your wife, my mother and now she too has left you and abandoned you to your evil castle.'

His daughter's words felt like somebody ramming a nail into his skull and Vaidyanathan buried his head in his hands and sobbed into them.

He felt his only child, dead child's tender and soft hands touch him and lift his head and he looked at her and she smilingly wiped his tears away, ' dad, how are you still alive? How have you managed to live on while I am dead and long gone?'

Vaidyanathan totally bewildered by her questions ' what do you mean by that Sudha?'

She looked at him accusingly ' you told me a million times and more that if anything happened to me then you would not survive that pain. And yet you live and you are here while I have been gone for many a year now.'

She gently touched his cheek and said ' you live on because you have always thought about just one person and that person is you and you alone. I, and amma are all just there for namesake, and all your words of love were just that, words, and nothing more but empty air that just drifts away.'

' Sudha, please stop saying such cruel words and accusing me so harshly. I did my best and am still trying to do my best for you and for your child.'

Sudha stood up and slowly walked towards the huge life-like portrait of hers and after staring at it for a few moments, slowly turned and looked at her dad.

' Dad, know this and know this well. One day, you will go and yes, leaving behind a legacy. A legacy that will be filled by all your criminal activities, corruption, killings, and many other evil actions. You will go and yet your legacy will remain and do you know who will inherit it and leave it behind for their own children.'

Vaidyanathan sat frozen in the sofa and heard the words as thunder ' your evil legacy will pass on and stick-like death to my child, your grandchild, Jeeva.'

Like light slowly making its way in the early dawn, the words of his dead daughter seeped into his soul and he screamed in pain and horror and Sudha raised her hand ' look at the screen and see the funeral of a young man whose life you snatched away along with the life of another innocent young woman who was just a few years younger than me. You managed to beat and hurt my husband, the father of your grandchild, a kind and innocent man and you continue to wreak havoc in all that you see and touch.'

Vaidyanathan felt a strange pain creeping up his chest and he mumbled ' I am sorry. I am so sorry Sudha.'

Sudha looked at him accusingly ' this is your legacy and it is the same evil legacy that will stick to my name, my child's name and taint all our lives in life and death.'

Vaidyanathan screamed in pain and in fear and it was so loud that it brought his staff and security into the bedroom and all of them began to enquire if he was okay.

' Dream. A bad dream, a nightmare and nothing more ' he said and waved them away and after they had left, he got up and poured himself a large shot of whiskey and gulped it down in one quick gulp and poured himself another one and then dialed a number and said two words ' call immediately'.

The Smokey Mirror

THREE THOUSAND YEARS AGO, THERE WAS A HUMAN just like you and me who lived near a city surrounded by mountains. The human was studying to become a medicine man, to learn the knowledge of his ancestors, but he didn’t completely agree with everything he was learning. In his heart, he felt there must be something more.

One day, as he slept in a cave, he dreamed that he saw his own body sleeping. He came out of the cave on the night of a new moon. The sky was clear, and he could see millions of stars. Then something happened inside of him that transformed his life forever. He looked at his hands, he felt his body, and he heard his own voice say, “I am made of light; I am made of stars.”

He looked at the stars again, and he realized that it’s not the stars that create light, but rather light that creates the stars. “Everything is made of light,” he said, “and the space in-between isn’t empty.” And he knew that everything that exists is one living being, and that light is the messenger of life, because it is alive and contains all information.

Then he realized that although he was made of stars, he was not those stars. “I am in-between the stars,” he thought. So he called the stars the tonal and the light between the stars the nagual, and he knew that what created the harmony and space between the two is Life or Intent. Without Life, the tonal and the nagual could not exist. Life is the force of the absolute, the supreme, the Creator who creates everything.

This is what he discovered: Everything in existence is a manifestation of the one living being we call God. Everything is God. And he came to the conclusion that human perception is merely light perceiving light. He also saw that matter is a mirror — everything is a mirror that reflects light and creates images of that light — and the world of illusion, the Dream, is just like smoke which doesn’t allow us to see what we really are. “The real us is pure love, pure light,” he said.

This realization changed his life. Once he knew what he really was, he looked around at other humans and the rest of nature, and he was amazed at what he saw. He saw himself in everything — in every human, in every animal, in every tree, in the water, in the rain, in the clouds, in the earth. And he saw that Life mixed the tonal and the nagual in different ways to create billions of manifestations of Life.

In those few moments he comprehended everything. He was very excited, and his heart was filled with peace. He could hardly wait to tell his people what he had discovered. But there were no words to explain it. He tried to tell the others, but they could not understand. They could see that he had changed, that something beautiful was radiating from his eyes and his voice. They noticed that he no longer had judgment about anything or anyone. He was no longer like anyone else.

He could understand everyone very well, but no one could understand him. They believed that he was an incarnation of God, and he smiled when he heard this and he said, “It is true. I am God. But you are also God. We are the same, you and I. We are images of light. We are God.” But still the people didn’t understand him.

He had discovered that he was a mirror for the rest of the people, a mirror in which he could see himself. “Everyone is a mirror,” he said. He saw himself in everyone, but nobody saw him as themselves. And he realized that everyone was dreaming, but without awareness, without knowing what they really are. They couldn’t see him as themselves because there was a wall of fog or smoke between the mirrors. And that wall of fog was made by the interpretation of images of light — the Dream of humans.

Then he knew that he would soon forget all that he had learned. He wanted to remember all the visions he had had, so he decided to call himself the Smokey Mirror so that he would always know that matter is a mirror and the smoke in-between is what keeps us from knowing what we are. He said, “I am the Smokey Mirror, because I am looking at myself in all of you, but we don’t recognize each other because of the smoke in-between us. That smoke is the Dream, and the mirror is you, the dreamer.”

Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day.

About a week ago, tired and drained after a few days of hectic work for the Tamil serial, I forced myself to sleep the whole day and woke up rejuvenated and bursting with batteries on a full charge.

I made a cup of tea and sat by the window deciding to browse the newspapers that had piled up on the diwan that holds more books, socks than cushions and bolsters. As I sipped the tea I heard the plaintive cries of the Koel and smiled to myself and then minutes later heard loud screeches and harsh caws and smiled again, thinking to myself ' The crow dads and mums are ganging up and delivering a walloping to the poor koel. But, serves the koel right for they should not be laying their eggs in some other poor birds nest.'

Rested and with a belly filled with hot tea, I looked out at the darkening world and decided that I would go out for a stroll, if not a small run and off I went, leaving the destination to my feet and they headed right towards the shore and all I could hear was my Pondattis angry yells ' idiot, stupid. how many times have I told you to remove your shoes, empty them and then enter the house? here you are with shoes full of sand and with that goofy paavam smile.'

Thank God for she is far away and in a different state and so I can walk of the bay and bring it back home, although, at some point, the mountains of sand dunes have to go from behind the door and from under the diwan. Today, tomorrow maybe. But, surely, the day before she arrives or else.

I stood, sat, walked, crawled, and generally just enjoyed the evening, the twilight between day and night, and only then did I really open my soul and listen and see the difference between, rise and set.

The way the birds talk, sing and chat are so different from sunrise to sunset and that goes for humans too.

Many of the fisherwomen sat outside their house playing games with a bit of gambling involved in it while the men sat done for the day and drunk to the gills with a silly grin plastered on their faces. Many more men were out on the shore working and mending their nets, their traps for sea folk and some were working on the boats themselves.

I walked with the westerly sun hanging low and hanging among dark clouds and the beach was full of people.

Chairs were set out. Corn cobs were spitting angrily on the coals, bursting their skins and scattering their angry retorts as sparkles across the beach.

Sundal, Son pappadi, coffee, tea, ice creams along with bajjis and bondas were on offer and the air sizzled with fish and prawns. My morning doggy friends created havoc seeing me and screamed their joy by barking at all that moved and among that were some helpless North-Indian tourists who ran screaming for help while I ran to save my backside for I knew bloody well that I was the reason for all the chaos.

While the dawn is calm and tranquil, the evenings are full of life and energy and so vastly different from each other.

Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day.

Saturday and my 7 and a half thoughts

Every Actor that faces a camera, an audition, a rehearsal approaches the job with their own mindset and technique.

Early, very early in my acting career, I stumbled upon this channel, a pipe-line that connected the real and unreal, the actor with the acting and the job at hand with the person, which obviously is me.

My director, mentor Sushmaaji looked at me and said ' beta, feel it. I mean, really feel the scene and it will work out fine.'

Eyes wide open, I stared, glared and looked at her receding form as it went towards the monitor leaving me in the harsh and unblinking eyes of the lights and stuck right in the middle of lights and people.

Of course, I knew I would and could do a decent job but she had asked me to rise and rise to a higher level and I realized that she had just told me to challenge myself and go further into the role that I was playing.

The role was that of a patient suffering from Multiple sclerosis and let me tell you that there is no telling or knowing for sure what the patient with MS will suffer from on any given day.

One day, he will wake up blind. Next day he will wake up paralyzed and so on.

The day of the blindness episode was exhilarating although in hindsight I think I could have underplayed it for less would have been better than more.

Well, 1999, 20 years ago and what can you expect from an amateur who was finding his feet.

I sat on the bed as the lights were getting their final touches around me and I thought what to do for the scene was where I tell my best friend, a doctor, who is in love with my wife that I am impotent and useless because of the disease and request him to put me to sleep and put me out of my misery.

Well, the sounds of action rang loud and true and I let everything fade away and I thought of the time when I was young and all the things that had happened and without even realizing what had happened internally and what was happening outside, I connected my own story and memories with the role and acted out the scene and it went okay on the first take and Sushmaji asked me ' beta, Kya hua ' and I replied ' something connected and yet disconnected.'

I used to panic a lot confusing Loneliness and missing someone until I realized my mistake. Missing someone is because you love them while loneliness is something more.

I have said this much-flogged sentence 'You can be surrounded by loved ones and still feel lonely' and I say it again and again.

So, what's this state, emotion, feeling that is called loneliness.

Yesterday, was Varalakshmi pooja day and it used to be a big thing in our family and still is but all that is happening in Bengaluru and far, far away.

I decided to skip my evening walk and went instead to the nearby Murugar kovil and after finishing praying to Muruga in all his six roles, sat down leaning against a pillar and stared out at the sea that waved, wave after wave and crashed non-stop on the shore.

Expectations. Unfulfilled desires. Needs, wants and so much more. Sadness from not getting fulfilled and not getting that which you desired leads to this state of being lost and lonely.

No, I am not being preachy but just brutally honest and open with my thoughts.

As, I walked back home in the gathering darkness of the night, with a hint and flicker of light in my soul filled with questions, Bouncy, a rather over-enthusiastic mongrel who resembles a lab with bad genes whined and plonked itself in front of me and looked at me with its liquid brown eyes and then slowly lifted a paw and taking it in my paw, we both shook hands.

I whispered ' How are you doing?'

Bouncy whined ' all okay. regular meals, place to sleep and all that.'

' So, anything else?'

The snow-white mongrel whined ' I feel lonely.'

I smiled and whined ' Yeah, tell me about it. Honestly, what is loneliness Bouncy?'

Bouncy looked at me and then slowly laid himself and whined his answer ' I don't know how to say it. just feel a big hole in my soul' and taking his paw pointed towards his chest.

I scratched his ears and gently punched his muzzle that sent him running and scampering all over the road and then proceeded to greet some maamis who were walking with loud and joyous barks, which in turn led to the maamis who looked like Jesus Christs sisters, I mean their age, lift their sarees and scream some Sanskrit curses at Bouncy.

Why they lifted their sarees and what their Sanskrit curses were is something for later today when me and Bouncy the mutated version of a vagabond labrador meet up and chat up again for I lifted my pajamas and ran all the way home.

Jannal Oram 328

Theodore Robert Bundy (born Theodore Robert Cowell; November 24, 1946 – January 24, 1989) was an American serial killer and necrophile who kidnapped, raped, and murdered numerous young women and girls during the 1970s and possibly earlier. After more than a decade of denials, before his execution in 1989,he confessed to 30 homicides that he committed in seven states between 1974 and 1978. The true number of victims is unknown and possibly higher.

Many of Bundy's young female victims regarded him as handsome and charismatic, traits that he exploited to win their trust. He would typically approach them in public places, feigning injury or disability, or impersonating an authority figure, before overpowering and assaulting them in secluded locations. He sometimes revisited his secondary crime scenes, grooming and performing sexual acts with the decomposing corpses until putrefaction and destruction by wild animals made any further interactions impossible. He decapitated at least 12 victims and kept some of the severed heads as mementos in his apartment. On a few occasions, he broke into dwellings at night and bludgeoned his victims as they slept.

In 1975, Bundy was jailed for the first time when he was incarcerated in Utah for aggravated kidnapping, and attempted criminal assault. He then became a suspect in a progressively longer list of unsolved homicides in several states. Facing murder charges in Colorado, he engineered two dramatic escapes and committed further assaults in Florida, including three murders, before his ultimate recapture in 1978. For the Florida homicides, he received three death sentences in two separate trials. Bundy was executed in the electric chair at Florida State Prison on January 24, 1989.

Ted Bundy once boasted about the feeling of omnipotence killing gave him: "You feel that last bit of breath leaving the body. You’re looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!"

Jamun aka Dhanraj Malik knew something was seriously wrong with his partner Gulab aka Sharmilee for violence seemed to push her into some sort of frenzy and this aberration in her behavior, he knew was going to get them killed or in the least captured by the police department, sooner than later.

They had indulged in violent sex and even though he had tried to slow the tempo down and had tried to make love to her instead of just animal sex, she had instead pushed him, goaded him to her pace and needs and now they lay in be, sweating heavily in spite of the air conditioner set to a chilly 16 degrees.

She looked at him with the corner of her right eye and observed him and smirked ' Jamun, either you are tired of sex or you are tired of me? which one is it?'

Malik's lips spread in a subtle but cryptic smile and answered ' No to both the questions.'

She slowly tumbled on top of him, the wetness of her orgasm, trailing on his thighs and gently rubbed herself on him and asked ' What then for I feel a distance between you and me?'

' I am worried about you Gulab for you are all that matters to me in this world and I want you to have a good life. A peaceful and secure life, far removed from all these killings and murder for hire.'

She felt his stirring and growing hardness and increased the pressure on his genitals with her crotch and shook her head in denial ' Liar. You are lying. There is something else in your eyes. what is it?'

' I am not lying Gulab. Just running through my life and its course that has brought us here.'

She lowered herself onto his erection and began to slowly move and said ' Lying again' and then slowly bent over him and stared into his eyes with intent and understanding.

' Guilt Jamun. I see guilt in your eyes and for the very first time.'

Malik was startled by this revelation for he himself had not been able to understand or analyze what his soul had been going through and growled ' guilt, surely not guilt for that would be a total change in my mindset and would make me vulnerable and unfit to work in this business.'

She took his large palms and placed them on her small breasts and commanded ' squeeze them hard and with all your strength for only pain makes my sex more fulfilling.'

Malik squeezed her breasts and she angrily yelled ' harder, much harder ' and when he did that she just screamed her orgasm and he watched mutely as her body thrashed again and again repeatedly in multiple orgasms and then she slowly fell on top of his chest, tired and totally content.

He heard her gentle snores as she fell asleep on his broad and mighty chest and gently stroking her hair he wondered what course life was going to take for them both.

Malik knew that Gulab had been scarred badly in her young age when she had been sold into prostitution by her own parents and at the age of 8. Although she had never spoken in detail, she had told him a few things and that had been enough for him to understand her pain and also understand her deeply scarred and twisted mentality.

Malik had tried to heal her but had realized that some souls cannot be healed for they are broken and ruined and beyond help and had instead trained her and taught her how she could control her violence and anger.

Still holding her in his arms, he too fell asleep as a phone call was made that would soon change everything.

Minister Vaidyanathan was in his fourth peg of whiskey when the call came on the new sim card that had been given to him and he heard the familiar voice of Santoshi lal and said ' Hello Santoshi bhai.'

' Minister Bhaiya, you said to call immediately bit I could not for I was involved in a very important meeting. Tell me bhaiya, how can I help you?'

' Has your man reported to you yet?'

Santoshi lal calmly lied ' no.not yet. why do you ask?'

' Santoshi bhai. Please, when he calls, please ask him to back off and order him not to go near this advocate Raman and his family and also the others involved in the case.'

Jannal Oram 329

Kavita sat with her mother in their BMW and watched Raman get out from the ambulance that had carried her brother Vijay from Royapettah to the Besant Nagar crematorium.

Sharadha Arumugam could feel the conflict going on in her daughter's mind and placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder ' I know what you are thinking and feeling but please don't do it for the trouble that will follow will be too much to bear for all of us and the party. Just remain calm and let Raman handle everything.'

They watched Raman and a few others carry Vijay towards the large black statue of Bhairavar who stood guard over death and all that passed through in the guise of death with his dogs around him.

The body of Vijay was placed on the large platform before the rather scary and imposing Bhairavar and then the rituals began and Raman let himself drown in them.

He could not remember when or who it was but somebody from Kavita's family requested him to change clothes and Raman was given a white cotton veshti and a cotton thundu to cover his upper body that he wore and then sat before the priest who began chanting in Tamil from Thirumoolarin Thirumanthiram.

The sun was slipping down on the western horizon when the rituals were finally done with and Vijay's body was carried and placed on the funeral pyre.

Kavita and her mom watched from the car for it gave them a vantage view and they watched Raman carry a clay pot of water on his shoulder and walked around the pyre and each time he circled around the waiting priest made a crack on the pot which happily spewed out the water it contained.

The sun hung desperately as the pot was cast aside and a flaming stick was given to Raman and he looked at it and then suddenly turned in the direction of the car that both mother and child were sitting and even in that dim light they saw the tears glistening like fire on his face.

Raman closed his eyes and thought of the God Bhairava who stood at the gates called death and stood in judgment of all the souls that passed him and then opening his eyes he stared angrily at the flame in his hand and whispered to both ' It has come to this and it is thus not because of me or my friends but because of the anger and vengeance that lies in one man's soul. I don't know how you are going to judge me and I don't even care about that. All I ask and pray is that you keep my loved ones safe and secure and away from harm's way. This is my only wish and my only prayer.'

As always and even in such tragic situations, a policeman captured the moment of Raman staring into the flames and forwarded it to his friends.

But a few tv channel cameramen were more resourceful and had somehow managed to sneak into the terrace of the nearby apartment blocks and managed to beam some of the videos that they managed to capture.

Jeeva and the rest of them sat drowned in sadness and watched the funeral images and videos that a few Tamil channels were playing on a loop and the headlines were ' Ruling party's youth wing leader Vijay Bhaskar cremated by his best friend', ' Raman helps cremate his best friend Vijay who people called his Laxman.'

Raman stood alone in the growing and gathering darkness with only his friend who burned and gave out light and heat. He stood covered in white while Vijay burned as light and then slowly and lovingly Raman began to speak and bid farewell to his friend ' Bye Vijay. I hope I see you one day if that is true of our faith. I hope you are in a better and happier place now. I promise to look after your family and watch over them and protect and defend them even at the cost of my life.'

He slowly walked towards the car and as he neared it, Kavita got out and ran towards him and into his arms crying and screaming her pain and Raman gently closed his arms and held her tightly and whispered ' cry it all out Kavita. let it all out and don't hold back.'

Kamakshi and Valli looked at Jeeva wondering what she must be feeling seeing Kavita in Raman's arms.

Jeeva looked at all of them and then smiled sadly ' Don't worry about them and if you are wondering about Kavita, yes she loves Raman very much and has loved him from their college days.'

Seeing their shocked expressions ' Raman knows, I know and it is okay for you all know Raman too.'

Jeeva's mother Kamakshi said ' paavam Kavita. But why didn't she tell him and why did she wait all these years?'

Jeeva smiled sadly ' who meets who? who falls in love with whom? who gets to live with whom? are all questions to be put to the creature up in the heavens.

Santoshi Lal took a few moments to compose himself and then asked Vaidyanathan ' bhaiyaa, why this sudden change of mind?'

' Enough Santoshi Bhai. I have had enough of all this. If losing my only child was bad enough, now I have lost my wife too and I am sure that I have lost my Grandchild forever.'

Santoshi Lal had fled Delhi to London and from there had slipped away and was now in Switzerland and from the vantage point of his luxurious estate that he had purchased many years ago spoke guardedly ' Bhaiyaa, Isn't it a bit late in the hour to be backing out now. Imagine the risks involved with this lawyer Raman for we both know that he is not going to rest until he gets both of us. It is not only him that is after you but the Indian Government itself that is now watching and monitoring your every move.'

Vaidyanathan remained silent and so Santoshi continued ' I have been told that some of the top men from the intelligence department are handling this case and that they have been given full power and also total freedom to act as they see fit.'

' Santoshi bhai, if that is the case then it is too late, isn't it. You are far away and safe and so if they come for me I will take the blame for everything and face the law. Then, you will have nothing to worry about.'

Santoshi Lal shook his head silently ' Bhaiyaa, give me a day to sort this out and please don't do anything before that for then things will get very complicated for all of us.'

Vaidyanathan said ' okay Santoshi Bhai. But, I repeat, no more killings and no harming Raman and the people around him.'

Malik was drifting in and out of sleep when his mobile phone rang and raising himself he saw that it was the Red phone, one with the new sim card, and picked it up and knew who it was even though the number was unknown to him.

Careful not to awaken Gulab who still dozed on top of him and with him still buried deep inside her wetness he answered the call with a soft hello but even that did not escape her ears and she opened her eyes, instantly awake and aware and sitting on him watched him with glittering eyes as he spoke.

Malik Aka Jamun whispered okay and then looked at her in confusion and Gulab asked him ' what is it? what does our master want us to do now?'

Malik replied ' kill them all as quickly as possible but first, we have to kill the minister.'

She gasped and recoiled in what appeared to him as shock but Malik knew her better for it was not shock but perverse pleasure that filled her with wetness and she began to move on him and whispered ' I will do it and it will give me great joy' and so we come to Jannal Oram's endgame.

Darwin Awards honoring the least evolved among us. Here are the glorious winners:

1. When his 38 caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a hold-up in Long Beach, California, would-be robber James Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked.

And now, the honorable mentions:

2. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat cutting machine and after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger.. The chef's claim was approved.

3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car during a blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woman had taken the space. Understandably, he shot her.

4. After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies.. The deception wasn't discovered for three days.

5. An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.

6. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer... $15. [If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?]

7. Seems an Arkansas guy wanted some beer pretty badly.. He decided that he'd just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. The liquor store window was made of Plexiglas. The whole event was caught on videotape...

8. As a female shopper exited a New York convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately, and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID.

To which he replied, "Yes, officer, that's her. That's the lady I stole the purse from."

9.. The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man

walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti, Michigan at 5 A.M., flashed a gun, and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren't available for breakfast... The man, frustrated, walked away.

10. When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from a motor home parked on a Seattle street by sucking on a hose, he got much more than he bargained for... Police arrived at the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a motor home near spilled sewage.

A police spokesman said that the man admitted to trying to steal gasoline, but he plugged his siphon hose into the motor home's sewage tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges saying that it was the best laugh he'd ever had.

In the interest of bettering mankind, please share these with friends and family....unless of course one of these individuals by chance is a distant relative or long lost friend.

In that case, be glad they are distant and hope they remain lost.

Remember...They walk among us, they can reproduce, and they vote!

THE MORALITY OF DISHONESTY

Robbers entered a bank in a small town.

One of them shouted: "Don't move! The money belongs to the bank. Your lives belong to you."Immediately all the people in the bank laid on the floor quietly and without panic. This is an example of how the correct wording of a sentence can make everyone change their view of the world .

One woman laid on the floor and lifted her skirt in a provocative manner.The robber approached her saying, "Lady , this is a robbery not a rape. Please behave accordingly." This is an example of how to behave professionally, and focus on the goal .

While running from the bank the youngest robber (who had a college degree) said to the oldest robber (who had barely finished elementary school): "Hey, maybe we should count how much we stole?" The older man replied: "Don't be stupid. It's a lot of money so let's wait for the news on TV to find out how much money was taken from the bank." This is an example of how life experience is more important than a degree .

After the robbery, the manager of the bank said to his accountant:"Let's call the cops and tell them how much has been stolen." Wait, said the Accountant, "before we do that, let's add that money we took for ourselves over the past few months and also add in any other problems and just say that it was stolen as part of today's robbery." This is an example of taking advantage of an opportunity.

The following day it was reported in the news that the bank was robbed of £ 3 million. The robbers then counted the money, but they found only £ 1 million so they started to grumble. "We risked our lives for £ 1 million, while the bank's management robbed two million dollars without blinking..? Maybe its better to learn how to work the system, instead of being a simple robber." This is an example of how knowledge can be more useful than power .

Moral : Give a crook a gun, and he can rob a bank . Give a crook a bank, and he can rob everyone.

Jannal Oram 330

Even, in the most glorious moments of our victory, triumph, and even when under the most blinding and intoxicating moments of the limelight, we should never forget where we came from and whom we came from. Apart from the cliched genes and parents, so many others from friends, teachers and even our pets have gone a long and quiet way in forging you and making you who you are.

Darkness had finally fallen completely over Chennai not knowing that it had already taken hold and filled their hearts and thoughts accompanied by unbearable sorrow and Raman stood with Kavita and her mother staring at the dancing flames that erupted from the pyre and told them both to go home.

' It will take at least a couple of hours before the ash is ready to be collected and then I will have to go to the beach to immerse it. So, better, that both of you go home .'

Sharadha Arumugam looked at him ' Ram, how can you say that? How can you even think of telling us to leave you here all alone when you are here for our sakes?'

Raman looked at her ' I am not alone amma.' Pointing to the Commissioner ' see, who I have for company and security, the city's police commissioner himself.'

Commissioner Vishwanathan who had kept his distance now made his way towards them and looked at all of them and Raman taking the cue ' Sir, we are all one and part of one family and so whatever it is, please say it.'

Commissioner Vishwanathan ' this is for all of you' and then pointing towards the gate ' Nearly 50 members of your college Alumni have gathered to pay their respects to Vijay and also to meet all of you to pay their condolences. Apparently, they have been trying to get permission to meet the family but it was denied because of security reasons. Some of them already came to the party headquarters and paid their respects but many could not and looks like a few have traveled from out of the city to be here.'

Raman looked at Kavita who thanked the commissioner and said ' Please let them in sir for they too have a right to their friend even if it is only to bid farewell, a final farewell.'

Commissioner Vishwanathan ' it is okay to say no for all of you are tired and have faced enough the past few days. So, maybe we can tell them to do this some other time when it is convenient for you and your family.'

Kavita looked at him sadly ' there is no such thing as a convenient time sir. Moreover, you said that many have come from outstation and it will be wrong and rude on our part to deny them this moment. Most importantly, my brother will be really happy to see all of them and that is enough for me to handle any pain or sorrow. I don't want to deny him their condolences and tears, not now and not ever.'

Commissioner Vishwanathan raised his hand and signaled towards the gate and slowly several people in two's and three's began to approach them but with heavy police escort. There were many women too in the group and Raman though that he recognized many of them although some of them looked very different from what they had been in college.

'Life, time, marriage and the stress that comes with all three of them' thought Raman and then he saw two men, much older men standing shyly behind the others and recognized them instantly and his heart skipped beats, for one had been his English professor and the other his Tamil professor.

Raman nudged Kavita who looked in the direction of his gaze and she too instantly recognized them and then both of them forgetting the situation and the place they were in, went forward with folded hands and humbly greeted their old faculty members.

Devasagayam, their Tamil professor smiled sadly and looked at both of them and in his very own majestic voice and in beautiful Tamil said ' Vaanor mannil piranthaar. Thamathu Kadamai mudinthathum devanin azhaipai etru meendum vaanirke thirumbinar. Mazhaiyai vanthu namathu dhagathai theerthu meendum megamai vaanirke thirumbinar.Thaiyaga, thanthaiyaga, annanaga, thambiaga, nanbaraga nammudan varuvathum antha vaanore.'

Far away and in the safety and comfort of their apartment and on the top floor, Gulab looked at Jamun ' what are you thinking?

Jamun aka Dhanraj Malik looked away but Gulab grabbed his face with both her hands and turned his face back so that it faced her and reading his eyes and the thoughts behind them, she froze and then slowly whispered ' what is this I see in your eyes?

Hesitation. But why hesitate or is it something more than that?'

Malik looked at her angrily ' what do you mean something more than that?'

' I mean are you scared of going ahead with the orders because that means you will have to come face to face with this Raman at some point or other.'

Jamun smiled ' Nonsense. you know me better than that and you have seen me kill many a time to even raise such doubts about me and my skills.'

Gulab raised a beautifully manicured and painted right finger and wagged it ' You won't say that after you see the footage from the hospital.'

Jamun looked at her and knew that she was baiting and taunting him just to make their sex better and more violent but this time she seemed different and a bit off.

' Is he that good?' asked Jamun and Gulab nodded worriedly ' I am afraid he is, and good, does not exactly describe him for I have not seen a man move as he does and I can tell you with certainty that he is better than you.'

Something stirred in him, an anger that had raged and ravaged his soul from his childhood and he grabbed her throat and pushing her down, mounted her and forced himself into her violently and proceeded in a savage manner.

He exploded into her and only after a few moments and catching his breath did he realize that she was staring at him with tears in her eyes and both looked at each other and Jamun said ' okay, let's see that footage now and then plan well and get this done and as quickly as possible.'

She lay in bed and watched him walk away to the bathroom and then slowly got up and gasped in pain and looking down saw that she was bleeding slightly from his savage assault.

She gingerly touched the blood and after staring at it for a few moments smiled an evil smile, and whispered ' So, he is scared which means either, the killings of the lawyer and his family will be done in a really brutal manner or Jamun will be killed in the process which means I can work and kill on my own. Sounds good' and she gently tasted the blood from her torn vagina and thought ' better if both happen for it means a new start, a new beginning for me and my talents.'