*From & To Sathish* - Thread 4 - Page 94

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Vaanathai Pola 56

I often ponder, there must be a reason

why I am here, now, in this moment

this place to be here at this point in time

This place and people chose me to be here, at this time

My folks, friends, acquaintances,

turned out to be the way they did

I met certain people who touched me, moved me

I am sure, there must be a reason why.

what I am not sure about is,

who is here to stay and who is to go,

whatever happens, there must be a reason why.

what I figure as ‘chance’ is probably the cosmic plan,

and so I guess, there must be a reason why.

“We don’t meet people by accident, they are meant to cross our paths for a reason, either they change our life or we change theirs”.

“You’ll understand why, when you look back, the answers are rarely given in the middle of the lesson” Leon Brown.

At about the same time that Radha Krishnan along with Appu and Pappu was teasing Meena, Kavita's Toyota Fortuner was parked outside Raman's house.

Jeeva's dad Manigandan looked up from his wheelchair at Shaktivel and said ' Shakti sir, Ponga sir. I can manage pretty well without you staying behind to watch over me.'

Pointing to Kamakshi who was already in the vehicle and was peeping out of the window, Mani quipped to Raman's dad ' Shakti, our wives have abandoned us for a day out. Maybe, it is time for our game of Rummy and...`.'

Jeeva knew what both the dads were thinking and told them ' Oye oldies, go easy on the scotch and please don't dip into my guy's stock.'

Mani smiled happily ' we men will do what all men normally do and which is have fun when the women are out of the picture.'

Jeeva countered ' more like the mice will play when the cat is away.'

Kamakshi and Valliammai exchanged glances and looked at Jeeva who sighed and teased them ' enna, why this shock look? Is it because they will have fun or that they will dare to have a good time without you both next to them. or could it be the scotch.'

Kamakshi hurriedly tried to signal to Jeeva and tried telling her not to embarrass them but she hushed her and told Kavita ' my mum is feeling embarrassed about me talking so openly about our family.'

' Jeeva, both I and Vijay used to sit in his study and nurse a drink and many a time our dad used to join us and we used to sit late into the night discussing our state and world affairs.

The vehicle moved away and Kavita caught Jeeva looking behind her and asked ' Are you comfortable, Jeeva?'

' I am okay. I was just wondering why there are no police escort vehicles tagging along with us.'

Kavita pointed to her driver ' SI Kanakaraj is my only bodyguard for today and he is armed and will stand watch over us for the entire duration and until we are safely back home. I requested the commissioner and although he protested, he finally backed down and agreed to today's arrangement.

I just felt the need for normalcy and privacy and since this is going to be a very personal moment, I did want the press to be alerted in any way and they rarely miss an opportunity for a byte.'

She shook her head wearily, ' Enough. I think both of our families have had more than our share of the press and public.'

The white Toyota Fortuner drove into the Crowne Plaza Adyar Park hotel and just as they were getting down from the vehicle, Kavita turned and caught a glimpse of a black Honda sedan coming to a halt behind their vehicle and she froze first in shock and then her heart started beating excitedly as she caught a glimpse of Radha Krishnan get out of the car and then she froze, now in fear, when she saw him help three kids out of the car and thought ' God. He is married and he is a father to three children.'

Why a prosperous, harmonious Hindu Rashtra is an impossibility

By Chetan Bhagat, The Times of India, March 1, 2020

While most Indians understand India’s pluralism, secularism and democratic credentials, there’s still a fair percentage of the population that likes the concept of a Hindu Rashtra. Ethics, morals and bigotry apart, it is important to understand that even in practical terms, a prosperous Hindu Rashtra is an impossibility.

Instead, India and Hindus would do better if we focus on economic growth for a few decades, and use our new clout due to prosperity to promote Hindu culture. The purpose of this piece is not to denounce Hinduism, Hindu culture or present an extra-liberal argument. It is to figure out how best we can achieve maximum glory for our religion and culture.

While definitions of a Hindu Rashtra vary, the people who like the idea think it comprises one or more of the following: an India where Hindus are first among equals; where rules give priority to Hindu sentiment; no special preference is given to minority religions; a certain degree of Hindu religious diktat determines how people live and behave; laws are framed keeping in mind the principles of the religion.

While elite liberals may scoff at these ideas, it is important to understand the thinking of those who back them. Hindu Rashtra supporters feel Hinduism is an excellent, tolerant religion so a good base to govern a nation; India is effectively the only true home of Hindus, so India should adhere to it more; our ancient dietary, relationship and lifestyle advice is wonderful for everyone to follow anyway. After all, what is wrong in using a good code of life to govern ourselves?

Well, the simple answer is that it is utopian to think a religion with wonderful rules will translate to wonderful execution of those rules by humans in power. In the hands of the Taliban, who were also trying to enforce God’s way on people, Afghanistan became a living hell. To say that Hindus and Hindu rulers will be different is silly. Christian religious states have exploited people. With a horrendous caste system, Hindu states have oppressed their people too. We will find other ways to divide ourselves, whether it be caste, or region or even sects like Sanatan Dharma and Arya Samaj. If you have hated a community before, you will hate another community later.

However, there’s another huge problem with India as Hindu Rashtra. We may become one, but we just won’t make much money. History has shown that countries have become rich either because they have been blessed with enormous natural resources or they have embraced modern scientific thinking and lived in social harmony.

The only rich Islamic countries in this world are those that struck oil. The Middle-East does run religious states and enjoys high per capita income. However, they literally have petro-dollars flowing out of the ground. With so much money, you can get away with it. Without money, Islamic countries don’t do well. Afghanistan, Pakistan, Sudan and Somalia are some examples.

Hindu Rashtra lovers, unfortunately, have no oil. So unless we discover huge oil pits in Nagpur or Varanasi, we pretty much have only one way to make India rich — hard work, modern science and social harmony. Otherwise, even if you snatch a Hindu Rashtra, you are not going to be a glorious one.

India’s demographics suggest we just cannot even attempt to re-engineer India’s pluralistic democracy. You cannot wish away 15 crore Muslims or turn them into second-rate citizens. The rise in resentment and therefore radicalism alone will make India a living hell. We also have a very young population, most of which needs good jobs. Hindu Rashtra attempts will destroy investment, business sentiment and harmony.

India has risen in per capita GDP terms, and we are at a respectable $2,000 level right now, from languishing at $300 in 1991. This rise in affluence is partly responsible for the rise in India’s pride and nationalism. It is also responsible for our hidden repressed desires coming out — such as asserting Hindu supremacy and hardline nationalism. But this prosperity has not come because of a religion but because India is seen as a democratic, modern, hard working, entrepreneurial country.

If we had chosen to turn India a Hindu land in 1991, we would be nowhere today. Hindus are proud today because we remained harmonious and focused on growth. Let us remain that way. The day this per-capita GDP reaches $10,000, everything about India will be more glorious. Let us put our heads down and focus on growth and harmony — the rest will follow. We don’t have oil. We only have our hard work and our ability to work as a team to prove ourselves to the world.

DISCLAIMER : Views expressed above are the author's own.

EGO IGO

There is no running away from it, avoiding it or hiding from it when the problem is you, yourself and your own creation.

There is this dog, the only dog on the beach that ignores me and my affection. I did try to reach out to the dog and offer it biscuits, water, that was back then for my Santa bag now has pedigree food to go along with it. But much to my frustration the dog refused both the food and my friendship.

Well, after many attempts, I gave up and instead resorting to just whispering a passing hello to the dog who used to quietly fold his cocked ear and go back to sleep.

I shrugged my shoulders and went about life with other dogs, crows and sometimes the buffaloes that graze on the beach for corn cobs and the leaves that still linger fresh and green in the morning sun.

Then one day, my batteries died down and I had switched to my reserve fuel tank and with that too spent on a long walk, I plonked myself on the shore and sat still and quiet listening to the waves singing and dancing their lullabies and nursery rhymes. ( In my head I hear them all and well my head is really screwed up).

My feet were burning up and the callouses on my palms joined the fire and so did my soul.

As always my fried brain threw up questions for me to ponder and wonder.

1-Who am I?

A by-product of your dad and mum.

2- did they do it for me or for themselves?

well, that is something you can ask them when you see them again.

3- so, what did I bring to deal at this table and game called life?

that is a pretty complicated question.

4- all that i know, learnt and imbibed

begged, borrowed, stolen, copied , taught and still being taught.

5. So my body is not mine and my knowledge is not mine

Exactly.

6. Then WTF am I?

nothing but an overinflated, hyped up Ego.

7. so, what now?

Be still. be quiet and listen with your soul

8. what about my eyes, ears and mind?

useless.

I shook my head realizing that I had been day-dreaming and then nearly jumped up wetting my pants for there, next to me sat the dog that had refused to be friends with me and his rusty brown tail moved to and fro sweeping the beach and my nearly brown eyes met his nearly black eyes and we bonded.

I whispered to him ' Did you by chance eavesdrop on my thoughts?

The dog opened its rather scary looking jaws in a huge, gaping smile.

I looked at the dog and said ' today of all days, when I come empty-handed, you decide to become my friend.'

The dog stood up and as I watched slowly walked up to a stall and lifting his right rear wheel did his business and walked away.

I have not seen that dog again on the beach and it has been many years since that moment and my eyes still search for that rusty brown dog.

Vaanathai Pola 57

“Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.” ― Nancy Horan

Radha Krishnan had yet to notice Kavita who hurriedly turned her face away and cast her eyes down to the ground, trying desperately to hide her emotions. Emotions that threatened to overwhelm her soul and mind and emotions that she had no clue as to why they sprung up so suddenly and mysteriously.

But, her slight turning away, the shift of her eyes were not missed and noted by all three women and also by SI Kanankaraj who unlike the three women beside him felt the same that his boss was feeling, shock and fear.

Radhu closed the door and turned and caught a full glimpse of a raging bull charging towards him and smiled and casually pushed his thick wavy hair over his head leaving a few strands dangling on his forehead.

Meena saw him smile and nudged Appu and Pappu who looked up at her and placed a finger over her lips and glared at both of them and they nodded and got the message which was 'be quiet' and all three went back to staring at their master sir and the lady who was pretending to be calm but was just about ready to explode.

Kavita too glared but at Radhu and angrily asked him ' What are you doing here?'

If she expected him to get hurt or step back in remorse, she was sorely disappointed for instead he looked at her and said ' Hi, Kavita Duraipandi Arumugam. Nice bumping into you again.'

' I repeat my question, what are you doing here?'

Meena was confused by all these troubling signals that the lady was giving off and her love and respect for her master broke through and she looked up at Kavita and flicked her fingers twice and said ' hello.'

Kavita did not know how to respond to this situation and dragging her angry eyes from Radhu looked down at the tiny form of Meena who asked her boldly, ' Ma'am, who are you and how does it matter if we are here. Does this hotel belong to you? Is this not a public place?'

Radhu was totally scandalized by Meena's outburst which was perfectly correct in nature but impertinent in a twisted way.

' Kavita, this is Meena and these two are Appu and Pappu and I am Radha Krishnan.'

He looked at his watch and then looked at Kavita, ' We were supposed to meet up with a very dear friend for lunch who was unfortunately held up with an important meeting. So, we decided to have lunch, just the four of us.

If you don't mind you can join us and honour us with your company.'

Kavita was totally confused by now with the shock and excitement of seeing him again and the shock and fear of seeing him with his kids and stood lost and not knowing how to respond.

SI Kanagaraj crept up to her side, ' Chinnamma, why don't you invite them too for the book launch and also request them to stay back for lunch.'

Kavita stared at him and glared at him for that was the last thing that was on her mind and before she could say anything, Radhu exclaimed ' wow! a lunch invite. Thank you and we accept the invitation humbly.'

He looked at her and smiled and she melted like an ice-cube would melt when placed under the gaze of the sun on a scorching summer afternoon.

Four sets of eyes looked at her and not knowing what to do Kavita nodded and said ' please, join us' and again her eyes felt the pull of his eyes and she fell in love and lost herself all over again.

Kamakshi nudged Jeeva with her right elbow and Valli with her left elbow and said ' Who can that dish be?'

Jeeva nudged her back a bit more roughly ' Adiye, Kamakshi. Does everything in life have to be about food and dishes.'

Kamakshi replied although her eyes were unwaveringly centred on Kavita and the stranger and the three kids ' Dish but guess he belongs in someone else's kitchen.'

Valliammai could not control her laughter and nudged Kamakshi ' Aiyo Podhum. I cannot take your comedy time anymore.'

It always starts with the question " What do you do waking up at 2.00 am?" and my reply is always " so much but the exact answer to your question is, I write."

Most people go "write. you write, really. what do you write about?" and as always my cliched answer is " whatever that comes to mind or what I feel or have been feeling off-late."

Some shrug and say to no one in particular " you write" and let it go and let me slide and slip away while many still have their eyebrows stuck to their widow's peak with their mouth in a large O and still shocked by my revelation that I write.

Hey, I said I write but I did not say that I am a good or even an average writer, just that I write.

Some snigger to the person or persons next to them and snigger " you write" and I think to myself " Yes, I have been writing from a very young age."

Well, I still remember writing my first love letter to I.Kala back in my 3rd std while in Saraswathi Vidyalaya Matriculation school and even after decades, my sisters still rib me about that blunder, misadventure.

Okay, she was pretty. At least looked pretty back then with her twin ponytails sticking out of her head like fountains spouting crude oil but silky black in nature. Coming to think of it, she was more like one of those pretty dolls and so I wrote down what I thought and felt about her and sitting next to her.

But, coming back to the present, a few people ask me to share my blog and then when I do that, go again " God, you write so much and every day" and I reply " that is what I have been trying to tell you."

Wait for it as I do and it never fails to come and here it comes " why can't you keep your postings short and sweet and to the point and why do you have to ramble on and on and add so much information?"

The simple answer is my soul answer and that is every second, every breath, every sight is a song, a tale, a story for me.

As I sit, cooling down from a run, I see couples on the beach varying from the teens to the late 80s and I see them and their body language and how they treat each other.

I see the bare, dry branches and I fix the morning sun between them imagining them giving birth to our mighty star.

I stop to see a dog rolling on its back and kicking out its limbs all the while making yelps and yips like Michael Jackson used to do in his songs and while most people go " That dog has gone mad, rabid" I smile and think " doggy you must have a real bad itch on your back and bum."

Gone are the days when my eyes sought out souls like me for I have now realized that every soul is the same but very different. Now, I share instead of seeking and there will come a day when that too will cease for I think that EGO is one of the reasons why I write, share and trouble others when I can stay still, calm and quiet and go about life in a permanent state of Mounam Sammatham.

Mudiyaliye saami. try pannren.

Sometimes we male actors are huddled in our own makeup rooms waiting for our scenes, shots and invariably talks about sex and action comes up as it always does when males gather around.

Well, being out of the game, having stepped away from that race concerning the fairer sex and conquests after marriage and come to think of it, much before marriage I am relegated to the pavilion and part of the retired council committee.

But, sometimes the young bucks and studs will get lost and turn to me and hesitatingly broach the subject about sex and what I thought about it.

I have known about it for a long time and the truth is very simple and so is the answer " sex really is in your head and has nothing to do with the parts that are part of the endgame."

When I say this, the young ones look at me and some will blurt out and ask the question, the question " What do women want and how do you satisfy them, really satisfy them?"

Well, I have no clue as to what women want and know that what women want they will want and that is up to them and not up to us to know about it. Give yourself honestly, be there 100 per cent and just be yourself and that will do.

It is not about sex but about desire, genuine desire. desire should not be confused with Lust for lust is one-sided but desire runs both ways, hopefully.

Only if her desire for you reflects in her eyes, in her words, in her touch and in her every movement.

They look at me and go " So all you do is desire, and write about it. No wonder you wake up at 2.00 or 2.30 am and write so much."

See, speak from the heart and what happens?

aval

Naatkal, maadhangal, Varudangal urundodivittana

aval avalaagave irundhaal

Dhinam thorum kaanum vaippu kidaitha pinnarum

aval oru mangai, gangai,annai enbathai

unara maruthen, maranthen,

kaaranam appothu theriyavillai

manithan allava purivatharku satre kaalam agiyathu

thaamatham erpattathu, pinnar ozhi piranthathu

unmai purinthathu

kadal, alai, kaatru

vizhikkum sooriyan

panju methai manal parappu

uppudan serntha en moochu kaatru

paarthen, paartha vannam irunthen

kuzhir kaatril layithen

Naatkal, maadhangal, Varudangal urundodivittana

aval avalaagave irundhaal

Sila nerangalil seetrathudan thondrinaal

pala neram saanthamaaga jolithaal

alaigal karai thottum, thaandiyum

karuppum, neelamum, sivappu

vannangalil thondrinaal

aadinaal, paadinaal, odinaal

Naatkal, maadhangal, Varudangal urundodivittana

aval avalaagave irundhaal

Sorntha thinam andru

theintha paasangal ninaivirku vandhana

tholaitha, purakanitha nenjangal

olangal seviyil munumunuthana

Paarthen, kangalai thiranthu paarthen

uzha kadavugalai thiranthu paarthen

kadal oru kanniyaga, mangaiaga,

annaiaga jozhithaal

sivappu sooriyan vizhithu

pudhu uyir petru

kizhaku vaasalai udaithu

vizhithaan

kadalum oru pen thaan

avalum oru annai thaan

enbathai unarnthen

Naatkal, maadhangal, Varudangal urundodivittana

aval avalaagave irundhaal

அவள்

நாட்கள், மாதங்கள், வருடங்கள் உருண்டோடி விட்டன

அவள் அவளாகவே இருந்தாள்

தினந்தோறும் காணும் வாய்ப்பு கிடைத்தப் பின்னரும்

அவள் ஒரு மங்கை, கங்கை, அன்னை என்பதை

உணர மறுத்தேன், மறந்தேன்,

காரணம் அப்போது தெரியவில்லை.

மனிதன் அல்லவா புரிவதற்கு சற்று நேரம் ஆகியது.

தாமதம் ஏற்பட்டது, பின்னர் ஓளி பிறந்தது, உண்மை புரிந்தது.

கடல், அலை, காற்று

விழிக்கும் சூரியன்

பஞ்சு மெத்தை மணல் பரப்பு

உப்புடன் சேர்ந்த என் மூச்சுக்காற்று பார்த்தேன், பார்த்த வண்ணம் இருந்தேன்

குளிர் காற்றில் லயித்தேன்

நாட்கள், மாதங்கள், வருடங்கள் உருண்டோடி விட்டன

அவள் அவளாகவே இருந்தாள்

சில நேரங்களில் சீற்றத்துடன் தோன்றினாள்

பல நேரம் சாந்த்தமாக ஜொலித்தாள்

அலைகள் கரை தொட்டும், தாண்டியும், கருப்பும்,

நீலமும், சிவப்பு வண்ணங்களில் தோன்றினாள்

ஆடினாள், பாடினாள், ஓடினாள்

நாட்கள், மாதங்கள், வருடங்கள் உருண்டோடி விட்டன

அவள் அவளாகவே இருந்தாள்

சோர்ந்த தினம் அன்று தேய்ந்த பாசங்கள் நினைவிற்கு வந்தன

தொலைத்த, புறக்கணித்த நெஞ்சங்களின் ஓலங்கள் செவியில் முணுமுணுத்தன.

பார்த்தேன், கண்களை திறந்து பார்த்தேன்

உள்ளக்கதவுகளை திறந்து பார்த்தேன்

கடல் ஒரு கன்னியாக, மங்கையாக, அன்னையாக ஜொலித்தாள்

சிவப்பு சூரியன் விழித்து புது உயிர் பெற்று

கிழக்கு வாசலை உதைத்து விழித்தான்

கடலும் ஒரு பெண்தான்

அவளும் ஒரு அன்னைதான்

என்பதை உணர்ந்தேன்

நாட்கள், மாதங்கள், வருடங்கள் உருண்டோடி விட்டன

அவள் அவளாகவே இருந்தாள்

Written in English by Satish and translated to Tamil by Paddy endra Padmaja. En Anbu Thozhi from school days.

Translated to Tamil by paddy because I am a somberi.

Vaanathai Pola 58

It was just a moment, a quick passing second but in that once second, both stood seeing each other in the other's eyes and then with a slight smile that shot arrows into her fragile heart, Radhu turned to the valet and murmured ' Careful with the car, please.'

It was a request and yet the valet knew that it was a command, an order and judging from where it came from, he knew that the Honda sedan was more valuable to him than any top-end imported car and murmured politely ' okay sir."

The valet slipped into the car and followed Kavita's vehicle that was being driven by SI Kanagaraj and headed down towards basement 2 a new addition to the Adyar park hotel that was now the Crowne Plaza.

Radhu walked towards Kavita, Jeeva, Kamakshi and Valliammai with both his hands gently shepherding his flock belonging to the real Flock and greeted them all with a warm hello and introduced himself.

' Hi, I am Radha Krishnan' and then introduced Meena, Appu and Pappu who all folded their hands and said ' Namaste.'

Kavita who had yet to recover from the shock of seeing him again and that too with three children stood staring at him, lost for words and a slight nudge from Jeeva brought her back to the current moment and hurriedly apologising introduced the three women to Radha Krishnan.

Then pointing a hand towards the entrance of the hotel, she said ' Please come in and join us' and quickly walked away towards the room which was the venue for the book launch although he knew that she was just retreating to escape him and he thought ' Kavita, I am in the same boat as you and as tormented as you.'

Radhu followed her with the three kids who were mesmerized by all the sights and sounds of the hotel for they had never been to such a place before in their lives and Appu tugged at Radhu's right hand twice and in great urgency.

Radhu stopped and then seeing the strange look in Appu's eyes, knew that it was something important and so slowly crouched on his knees and asked Appu ' what is troubling my little Appu?'

Appu looked tentatively at Pappu and Meena prompting Radhu to tell him ' Appu, if you don't want them to know what you are going to tell me then come closer and whisper it in my ears.'

Appu jumped into Radhu's arms and whispered hurriedly into his ears and then looked achingly at his master sir.

Radhu smiled and shook his head ' sorry little man but that place is even more beautiful and spectacular and I doubt if humans will appear there as they do here.'

Ruffling Appu's hair and then smoothening it down, said ' I am sorry to disappoint you but I have not been there and so I cannot tell you what that place will be or who and all you can meet when you go there.'

Meena and Pappu groaned in mock despair, ' Aiyo Appu, idiot. This is a hotel, big hotel, that's all.'

Kavita who had gone ahead had stopped at the same time that Radhu had crouched on his knees to have the private conversation with the little kid and had seen the whole incident and thought ' Fire and water and maybe even ice and in one man.'

Jeeva's question brought her out of her stupor ' Kavita, how long have you known Mr.Radha Krishnan and how is it that we have not met him before this?'

' I just met him yesterday for the very first time and this now is my second meeting.'

Jeeva gripped Kavita's arm and turned her and looked into her eyes and went ' Oh no, not again.'

Kamakshi thought to herself ' Exit Raman.Enter Krishnan and that too with three kids. Krishna leelai thaan, po.'

He looked at Pappu and Meena and asked them ' If Appu is an idiot then please add me to that list and then explain to me as to how you know what heaven is or how it looks and who runs the place?'

Radha Krishnan looked at Appu, ' maybe, heaven is really a big hotel where we can eat all that we want and as long as we want and be with the people whom we love forever without the fear of being separated again.'

All four women stood transfixed watching Radhu and then Kamakshi went, ' Wow! A dish of a man and a great father too. Deadly combination. Mutton Biriyani and Andhra chicken fry combo mathiri.'

Jeeva was ready to explode in anger but before she did, both Kavita and Valliammai exploded in laughter and Radhu looked in their direction and saw her smiling and thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world, a woman laughing with abandon and then she caught sight of him staring at her and both locked eyes and spoke to each other.

' Who are you and why are you here?'

' Maybe I am here because of you and because you called me'

The moment was broken with the arrival of Anbu Chezhiyan and the other faculty members and all of them hugged each other and Kavita introduced Radhu to all of her friends and also Appu, Pappu and Meena.

Elsa Larsson, Anbu's Swedish wife took one look at Appu and fell in love instantly and looked achingly at her husband, who understanding her ache nodded and flicked his eye lids and signalled with his eyes ' soon, very soon, we too will have our own child in our house even if it is not ours.'

A few floors above them, Podhigai Selvam's mobile phone rang and he answered it and listened as the caller informed him ' Ejaman, Big problem. Minister Kavita Durai Pandi Arumugam is here to attend the function that is being organised by that Chezhiyan Ba....d and also, there are three kids in the crowd.'

Podhigai Selvam cursed filthily ' Antha Moodevi Mu...ikku function attend panrathukku vere edam kedaikaliya.'