It has been years since he had addressed a huge audience . All life had made to lead was that of a spectator who tried to live comfortably. Choices and decisions were never made ;instead , actions were taken. Life was throwing glimpses of past to Raghu.
The last time he spoke to perfection was when he scolded his mom in English. It had been a passion of his to scold his ever shouting mom atleast once in this lifetime and once the words were shot in a different language, the poor lady was scene struggling to reply. The lady was cornered to such an extent that she never scolded him again.
The implication of this incident over Seethamma was of huge nature. Raghu never felt bad about it until he was cornered by a few Englishers at a distant land and by his boss for a day. It just took a few minutes to realize how life striked back. The first thing that came into his eyes were the scenes of his pregnant mom waiting in front of that English school . His sister was waiting to enter the world while his life was waiting to enter a school. Dad always wanted his son to learn at an English medium school and get applauded for the language that was thought to bring home a lot of respect. All that the son spoke was his mothertongue for the first two years and on the third year, the school was changed to a local branch of the same institution and life had changed since. He remembered his mom panting him with the words that really boosted him to cook the language at the place where he was tormented for the same.
Life had changed since those words from mom and what Raghu had returned her were those few words of ill nature. His heart was pumping with neglection when he encountered his boss today. A work that was supposed to be completed yesterday had a touch pending. The words that came out of the fat man's mouth filled his heart with rage and anger.
Moments later, Raghu entered the cabin with a letter and within a flash of a second, his hands were on his boss' collars , "Little son of a f'ot, dare to speak a word again and I am going to kick your mouth cheeks and bleed you gellies with my fist.You dare utter again. Consequences are going to be severe. If these are the kinds of words that you belly kinda p's offers, then the severity is going to be far reddish than your blood can portray , I dare ya ,little pig."
Raghu just lost his job, but he never felt a piece of sadness. All his boss had to do was throw a frightened look at the angry young man. The fat man was never cornered to such an extent . It suddenly struck him that the world was growing and his surroundings were evolving. It was no longer the same place. Meanwhile, the son of Ananthsubrahmania Iyer was walking tall with the will to start a new life. To use his past of the pasts that never nurtured his past. He was after the next phase and all that was awaiting were pieces of his childhood.
It was long since he spoke with rage and boost. There was some potential hidden in his tongue and it just got recharged. Raghu felt seeing his mom again. He did not wait, he left to his home immediately to fullfill his long awaiting wish to kiss his mom again.
