Raghu Chronicles - Chapter 7:-New Extremes

Standing on the edge of the cliff,Chand thought of money and war.The game that he played with words of ethics and respect happened to be lost among his fellows. The lack of a good lead was not the case.Competition started to rule and gamesmanship started to vanish. Moment when the camaraderie seemed dramatic. Reality seemed to have lost its inside and from within was coming out mere acts of mockery and sham.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he captured those scenes that played the most vital important parts of his 79 year old life. First kiss from Pavitra , sealing the tooth on her hand for the chocolate. Days of hardsmanship at the underage jail, death of mom, birth of Sethu and the one that changed all , Vandana. "God bless my little one "- the gunlord thought.

He saw the valley beneath his legs, he felt the breeze, he felt the long chirping of birds, the rapture that nature brought into his mind and the final moment of success , the end of them all. After an hour, the gunlord started to climb down the cliff. Suddenly , a long bearded sage appeared before his eyes. The eyes were bright and an age of around 50 or so .

Seeing those powerful posture and gests, there was a feel of fear inside Sreedhar. The eyes of the old man did not take much time open. "How are you Sreedhar bhai"- asked the old man. The face was quite familiar, but it had become 30 or so since I have seen these eyes. Thoughts started to traverse, "I have seen this face during my early days, Vishwambharan ,yes Sanyasi Vishwambharan , Meena's Husband ."

"Vishwam," asked Sreedhar Chand. "Aam " - the reply came . "Meena died two years after you left and Vandana is under my care . You can meet her anytime you want but , she does not know that you are her father by blood . It is upto you to decide. Anytime you can come to my house ." ."Aam"- The sound came out again out of the tapasi. "Vandana is not willing to marry anyone and I do not know what to tell, The change that she brought in my life was more than anything else to me. The death of Sethu and the sorrows that followed. She was the reliever every time. I hope she finds a partner too. Sethu still lives through her and she finds her love at my house. "

As hours passed by, the gunlord left and there was silence all around. The house on valley where the old man and his daughter lived was clearly visible from the mid portion and the sanyasi kept staring at it for 2 continuous weeks and finally made up his mind to find a reason which would perfectly enable him to see his daughter by her face. Walking by the cliff , the two years which his eyes witnessed his daughter came in front of the old man . There was silence all around and flying papers in front of his eyes and the old man walked to the house to see his daughter, his only one who lived.

Moments later - " Aaaaah " -came out a roaring voice. " It was my fault always. I could have saved my daughter. I could have had family . I could have saved Meena. It was always my fault. Half a kilometer , that was the distance and I could not even hear her voice. What wrong did I do? Obeying my dad or living upto my family. The decisions I took has seen the dooming of all the members . I should not think of all these at this moment. Maybe I have something else to fullfill. "

Walking beside the pukka road to Durga , revenge was the mantra that rang in Vishwam's mind .The next day newspaper read - "Sreedhar Chand and Daughter found dead at Valley House".

Raghu Chronicles - Chapter 6: The Aftermath

Raghu was going home to fulfill his long awaiting kiss to mom and the bus was unusally empty except for a long bearded man who happened to be sitting on the back row. Even though no heed was paid to this guy, the bell kept ringing inside Raghu. There was this missing symbol somewhere that made the face look more familiar.

Conductor Naanu started bluffing about the latest developments at Durgapuram , Vishika ditching her third husband, the fight between Lala and Nathuram , death of Sethu and many more. The roaming cows ,the shaky trees and the chilly breeze added to the trip. The road started getting narrower and narrower as Durga got closer and closer.

The Old man was seen standing at Poonthi stop waiting to see his son after two years. There was a feel of "back home" in Raghu , but there was also a feel of "home forever " ringing inside him. "Appa!"- Raghu shouted . So did his two brothers waiting beside Anathasubrahmania Iyer. Bags were taken out. Hands were shaken, hugs were exchanged. The long bearded man was now staring at Raghu and his brothers.

The entire bus stop felt that stare the swamiji threw over them. The long whitle blew from Naanu's mouth and the gear just changed .There was something ringing inside Ananthasubrahmania Iyer. "Yaaruppa! . I know that fellow. Somewhere, sometimes AAhm".The walk to Chillamadom from Poonthi was a lasting one. As Chillamadom arrived, "Raghuramaaa" shouted his mom and came forth with the lamp and holy ash. There was happiness all around as Subbu Iyer sat on the Bamboo chair and bursted out. "Vishwam!. Seethaaa,Vishwam!! ".

Changing Times

The day just went unexpected. I got my Professional Certificate in Java Programming delivered onto my moms hands after three months of awaitance. There was a funny moment when I saw a company called IBM back off like turds after taking up the aptitudes from the softies. It is getting almost to cent percent sure that I am going to INFA Corp. The days unusual fact was when one of my staffs was seen giving punishments to five of my class mates.

I do not have a single thought that justifies that she intended to do it. She was chilled the entire semester and just realized that she is another member of the society . There was a change of hair style which is still making me wonder what is going wrong with her. Sometimes , you act in a way and lead it in such a way that the mind never wanted to do it. It is just the other side of you that you never want to take out. Another unique thing about the day was the alter ego of Gaga that I found on the net . Maybe true but I do feel that the day was entirely unique for everyone who lived it and I wish there was no more of such days in this life tiem.Wait, someone just messaged- "Due to bad impression, future companies are not going to be invited".God, I hope I never lived this day.

The tear that dripped

It has been long since I was back into the movie era and the past week, it was like OMG . Untouchables, Eyes Wide Shut, Usual Suspects. The best one is what I happen to see today. A British picture that made me drop a bunch of tears.When I started watching the movie, the current went out and I had to watch it in complete silence and the words to descibe the feel is not currenlty in my finger tip. There was Clive Owen in it and the picture had been with me since 2009 and I never cared to watch it. Today I felt the zeal and viguor of the film make while he made it. Alfonso Cuarón , the name of the man who read the novel and got the feel of what the author meant. The long shots still persist in my mind. I dont have any words to describe what it was like. But I was able to understand the pain that the scene intended to bring inside the viewer and the silence helped me beautifully capture the emotion. The name of this movie was Children of Men . The 454 second sequence that made me cry is shown below. A child is born after 27 years and the world is cought up in an uprising at Britain .

http://youtu.be/YBzWTIexszQ

Time for Change

Hazare Sahab's fast is entering 7th day when I write this and Sachin Tendulkar is at 70 not out waiting for another historic moment in cricketing history. I stand up to both the great men India has seen. Sahab is standing for the betterment of a nation at an age which no person would dare. I feel the chaos and struggle of a struggle for the first time in my life.

The questions that I bear in my mind ,

they are nothing compared

to the life I am leading.

The life I lead is nothing

compared to what Anna is doing.

The era from 2000 to 2010 is going to be known the time of Indian rejuvenation. All we can do is to pray for the great man who is leading all these.

Before ending this blog , there are a few things that I need to write and put up.

Mom feels that I am obese and I have decided to reduce those extra fat by taking up more of sweet instead of oil.

A few days back , the last Saturday to be exact , I thought of killing a struggling piece of life and I saw a person making up a better decision. The moment I realized the universal fact that none had the right to kill anyone whether it be a long term fight or a short term tendency.

What is that bitch from Italy

doing at US, the country is

fighting for freedom and change

while she is out there with extra care

I need to continue my Raghu Chronicles, yeah Raghu is changing but he still has a few mysteries surrounding him.

My Bucket List

I have been longing to do the following things

1. Go to the himalayas and stand in one leg for 5 hours with no thoughts
2. Skydive at Germany with my friends like in Point Break
3. Watch Avatar alone at beach in 3D
4. Eat Vella Sadya at Aranmula
5. Fight till I bleed a bottle of blood
6. Complete my Gethodacharitha script
7. Send my parents for a 10 day package to Singapore

The Other Side of Greatness

Happiness happens only when shared and at moments when the mind refuses to modulate and is already succumbed to tonnes of processes, the occasional regular behavior disappears. The alternate being is activated and runs in such a manner that the bearer never visualized it to be.I had a similar experience yesternight.
It was about 8:30 and I came back with the grandparents and son of the waiters and there was sweat dripping all around. We went to 506 and then fluctuations started to flow all around. There was some trip prescribed to generate the pain and the bride was taken for the trips. That is when the rest of the crew followed and 506 suddenly drained. There was silence around and I saw the father of the bride sitting there tensed with thoughts which were building in his life for the first tiem. Thoughts which lacked decisions. Thoughts were built that lacked proper structures, all I witnessed was a drip of sweat in his cheek which he was not aware of. I remembered Kavita for a moment. I asked him - "Are you tensed?"Sometimes great people reply in the craziest manner which one would never expect, " I am a person who is 40 years elder than you, normally we do not bring children to such places". There was arrogance in his words.
"Hehe" , I thought. "It was your son-in-law who invited me to this place, I was to leave by 6:00 and he hesitated as there was no one around. I know that I have no role here but had to stay back for him. If you were a friend of mine, I would have given you a beautiful pat. Something that you would cherish forever. But you are not my friend and there is no one to pat you.Lets speak something else". The person on the other happened to be a senior scientist at Indian Space Research Organization. Suddenly , I was about to back engineer his college life, his inability moments . Moments when he lost control and had to adopt to actions where he saw an alternate of himself which he never wanted to generate out of him. There was lacked of self control . " Offending him more would mean bad at this moment", I thought.I asked him to accompany me to the labor room front where his wife was waiting with silence. I knew I had to leave. I wished her in advance and waived a bye. I felt a pat in my back. The old man had changed.