consize stories
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Expulsion of Rock
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wish I could say it, Wish I could live with it; Love that it is
Friday, October 22, 2010
Volitation
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Learning it the hard way
Friday, May 21, 2010
Unmai sonnaal nessipaya?
CHAPTER I
“What do you like to have Krithika?” I queried adjusting my throat. I shouldn’t have had that ice cream at mid night when I need to speak a lot today.
“Anything you like. After all it’s your birthday.”
“Hey come on. No formalities” I tried being the good host.
“No. I mean it. I want to have what you like in this menu. We will have what you love. The least I can do for this person sitting before me is to experience his taste.” Krithika declared.
“They serve chicken here” I said with a mischievous smile looking at her. I noticed the dimple slowly disappearing as her face changed. She reached for the fork and forcing the dimple to reappear again said “yah sure.” I wanted to blurt those words then, but I didn’t want to change the plan. This should be special. Slowly smiled at her and said I was only joking and went about the menu thinking what SHE would like. Making my decision I started to recite my decision only to see her fixed over something. The reason was someone she knew crossed by the table. As she pointed out that guy to me, by some intuition he turned and saw us; saw her pointing at him. Recognizing her he came towards us and before he could give any remark Krithika took the lead.
“Hi Abhay … this is my good friend Ramesh. Ramesh, this is Abhay.”
“Hi Abhay. Are you her colleague?”
“Hi, yes. We share the same floor but different section.”
“Oh fine.”
“So what’s the occasion Krithika? Being very formal”
“It’s Ramesh’s birthday today.”
“Oh! Great: my wishes to you.”
“Oh oh … office calling. Exuse me.” Krithika informed.
“Yah … sure; carry on” I told her.
“Acha, So you work here in
“Nehi yaar, Mein Chennai- wala hoon. Krithika ko dekne yahan aaya aaj.”
“Aapko hindi aati hai? Krithika ko sikavo yaar! ”
“Zaroor. Jab samey mile toh. Aakir geheri dosti toh hai”
“Oh really? Muje ek madadh karo nah. Tum to Krithika ko janthe ho. Woh kaisi bolti hai yaar! Jab jab koyi problem aatha hai to woh aur kuch log, tamizh mein hi bath karthe hai. Aur jab ve bore ho jathe hai to mujhe dekkar kuch kuch bolte hai. Mujhe ek ya doh shabd sikavo nah, jishe mein Krithika par use kar sakun. Please?
While I was contemplating whether to help him out or not, Krithika entered the hall. When she saw Abhay still sitting here she took a pause but when she saw me smiling at her she returned the gesture. She walked towards me with the air of confidence. I kept starring at her. Noticing the strange sight she gave a puzzled look with a tint of unsurity which was enticing me. It jolted my backbone and when she broke into a blushing smile only for a moment it was killing me for eternity. I just wanted to kiss her right there right then. And I knew what she will tell if I get any closer to her in public: “hey loose maikan, don’t be desperate” tapping my hormonal surge. For which I would reply: “Okay Kula Katrika” and we would trod off to our irreverent attack on each other.
”Sirf ek ya doh shabd, with which I can come out of the language trap?” Abhay barged in, in pleading mode.
“Call her, ‘loose maikan’ or ‘kula katrika’”, I declared to Abhay.
“Err what? Can you tell the meaning?” he asked with confusion
“Loose means fool while kula katri means petite brinjal – you get the point?”
“Wow. This is more than enough. Thanks dude.”
“Yah anytime” I replied happy to help.
When she reached the table Abhay signed off after wishing me again.
“Seems to be a nice guy” I remarked.
“Don’t you dare support him. The only work he does in office is to make my life miserable. Just hate him to the core!” Taking a pause she took in a large sip of water which I believe was to cool down. After taking a huge breath she said “Anyway let’s not ruin our day. The food smells great why don’t we attack it?”
“Yah sure” I said with a mechanical smile. While drawing the panner chawal with fork, I was wishing for some brilliant idea cut through my head to butter her. What if I make the move I had planned earlier? But wait: I can see the future now itself. Tomorrow when she goes to office she will have a royal reception thanks to my snippety-snappetty words.
“Is there anything wrong?” a voice breaking the mind block enquired.
“Nothing Krithika. Hope you like the food?”
“Yah good. The ambience is perfect. We should visit here often.”
“Yes. Why not?” I said swallowing the words -Only if we have a next meeting.
When I was contemplating how to break the ice, ice cream came. Looking at her happily wading the cup I decided to prolong the smile.
CHAPTER II
The last time I remember starring at the big screen without registering anything was way back when I was expecting my state board results while in a theatre. The actor today too fought and fought, rose from the ashes and again fought and finally brought the wrong doers to justice while I was awaiting my judgment. Finally it came:
“Mr. Ramesh you are dead!”
“Am sorry Krithika”
“You are so dead. You traitor!”
“But it wasn’t intentional!”
“You were supposed to be on my side!!”
“But I didn’t know! Am sorry”
“Go tell your sorry to yourself! Get lost”
“But …”
“ ”
“but …”
“ ”
“Oh fine … yah I deserve it!”
“Guess I made a big fool out of myself.”
“Congrats”
CHAPTER III
Thoughts shimmers, mind trembles, hands shivers but I don’t think I have fever. I took my pen to sign those pending finance reports. But I couldn’t sign. It was her gift. She said, “I dono how long I can be your inspiration but at least let me be a cause for your writing”. I forced myself to think this as a test of perseverance. I paced to & fro between the two ends of my 6*4 feet cubicle. There were the articles I need to approve off for publishing. I need to interview few people this eve and more importantly I need to have lunch. That’s right I can eat and digest the sorrow. But the same thought brought back memories of her. It was her habit to brunch when dejected. It’s been two weeks since the incident! I should have shaken off the trauma by now. Deciding its better to be amidst people I started for to see what my crew members were doing. As I came out of my self obsession and entered their world, I could hear bustling sounds of energetic writers brainstorming at one end while the rest were busy slashing their keyboards meeting deadlines. I chose to avoid the intellectuals and strode towards the regular content providers. I was so wrong in my decision – again. That obnoxious sound, that tapping sound, it was tormenting me. With each tap of theirs, I felt like letters, syllabi, words were tapping into my head, typing the conversation and the implications. It was typing inside me, those letters, those text messages I typed to her. I was basking for a pause, but I forgot that also had to be tapped in a keyboard. I collected myself and went straight back to my cubicle wanting to type the letter. I tried and tried but my waging war was up against my inner self. Words failed to be transferred and I was losing the battle. The lotus girl was clouding my thoughts. As I declared that allegory to myself, thoughts transcended and I wrote:
Dear Krithika (and not Kritz coz that will be resorting to flattery)
poo pootra kangal; por thodukiren, [clouded eyes; (I am) waging war]
padha paduthapaduveno thanimayil? [Will loneliness perfect me?]
Naadi selgiren vyugathilul; [diving into the black hole]
Velven: yen manadaal kar sollai; [Victory: I shall have over my misdeed]
Tedi varuven, saran adaiven, [(I) will search for you, reach for your feet]
nizhal kodupaya? [Will you give shelter (then)?]
Yen yakai uyir meetpaya? [Will you rescue my inner soul?]
And the female voice continued reading aloud as she walked towards the bed:
kiranam ne; [you are the sun’s rays]
krithigai ne; [you are the stars, Krithika]
Yen kaarthigai ne; [you are my festival]
Ne illamal yenge inbam; [without you how can there be happiness]
Ennai mannipaya? [Will you forgive me?]
And before she could complete that, a voice at the entrance of her door continued:
Vazhi vaasalil nirkiren, pessa penne, [I am at the crossroads of life, oh muffled girl,
Vizhi asaipaya? [Answer through you batting eyes.]
She looked at the person who owned the voice, the voice she loved; the voice she loves; the guy she loves. Words didn’t matter to her. The poetry didn’t affect her. The teary eyes of the person, standing in front of her was tearing her apart. She couldn’t take it any longer. He raised his head to see through those watery eyes. He looked at the rose that was tightly clasped secure in her left hand. Scared, he tried to recollect if he had removed the thorn. Yes he did. The hands suddenly released the rose only to land on the bed and before he could comprehend the reason she flung her hands around him kissing him whilst her friends cheered her.
“Sir … Sir?” I heard clapping sound. Realizing the dire situation I sprung like a nimble.
“Yah sorry … head ache. What is the time?”
“It’s 4:30pm.”
“Can you do me a favour? Please book the next flight to
Saving the poem I typed, I went to find out the climax for the story that I should write.
She turned the corner and disappeared from my view into her street. Not wanting to lose her literally, I ran. The heart pace weakened as I caught her within my eyesight only to shoot up as I neared her. Reaching her I started walking to her pace. Noticing the pair of shoes that she had bought for someone she knew, her feet slowed down and our eyes met. I thought she would be surprised, if at all she was she didn’t show it.
“Can we speak or shall I turn back and go?”
“Hey hi. No tell” and she started moving slowly towards her place.
“So how are you?”
“Yah fine. I was just thinking about you.”
“hmmm … thoughts .. Hope I didn’t trouble you at least there.”
“No …”
Seeing my urging look she continued, “it … was a nice memory”
“Oh .. good to hear”
“Hey, I need to go. Sorry can’t ask you to come in. If you stay here till tomorrow will meet you.”
“Krithika?”
“Yah?” she said stopping.
“Hope you forgive me.”
“Well my heart is big.” She replied with a smile. Oh the smile. In moonlight it was a picturesque scene. I thought it should be told in the most romantic way possible. The perfect ambience, the perfect dress, the choicest food, relaxed mind. But seeing her I realized the scene is not in the land to make it romantic, the scene is in the ambience of the mind; the power which created those painting of locations for those ideal proposals.
“Can I tell you a truth?”
“Go on?”
“I love you”
She paused and in that shock my life passed for a moment. But she started to bring back those hidden dimples. As she skewed her head to project as if she was thinking she replied breaking to a smile, “I will think about it and tell you.”
Useless fact:
unmai sonnaal naesippaaya (if i tell you the truth, will you love me?)
manjathin mael mannippaaya (in bed will you forgive me?)
nee muththa paarvai paarkum boadhu (when you look through your lustful eyes)
en mudhugu thandil minnal vettum ( the thunder jolts my backbone)
nee dhaane mazhai maegham enakku (you are my rain clouds)
en hormone nadhiyil vella perukku (my hormonal flood)
paasangu ini namakkedhukku (why do we need folly)
yaar kaetka namakku naame vaazhvadharkku (whom to approve off, we are after all for each other)
en manasellam maargazhi dhaan (my heart is like the winter)
en kanavellam kaarthigai dhaan (my dreams are festive)
un kuraigal naan ariyavillai (I don’t know of your penance)
naan arindhaal sooriyanil suththam illai (If I come to know, then the sun is not pure)
Credits: Eternal Sunshine
Monday, April 19, 2010
The heavy step
“It is 5:30 Anitha, better hurry up!” I told my daughter. Whilst she was bathing, I made sure all her items were ready. When she came with water dripping all over, I dried her with towel and dressed her with the bullet proof jacket. I reached for the head gear and connected it with the hose. I then connected the other end of the hose to the oxygen packet which she had put on her back. After testing the voice & video reception I covered her face with it. I picked her carry back from beside the pile of bullets that was scattered over her study table and checked if it contains the trivial ammunitions. When she turned to drink the energy drink I sneaked her b’day present into her bag. My attention was distracted by the buzzing of her school communication channel proclaiming that the transport system has arrived. We hurried to the door and as usual waited for the 10 guards to inspect the entrance area for exact 2 minutes. After the checkup they opened the door. We immediately went for the military wagon. After helping Anitha climb in I ran back into the house as we were allowed only 2 minutes for human transport.
“Thank you
Hey
“Oh that … its nothing. After 3 hours of struggle as hostage under the Maoists we made a reply fight. Thanks to my brother's school project we could attack them from remote and drive them away.”
“That’s cool man. Hope your family sends it to our leader so that he can mass produce it for all of us.
Neways am dying to check out the present my mother hid inside my bag this morning.”
I turned to concentrate on my bag. It contained so many miniature artilleries and tweaks. After thorough search I found a rose box underneath a dozen sniper cartridges. Eagerly I removed it from the bag and kept it on my lap. Curiosity taking the better of me I started tearing the cover for I knew my mom always gives me the best gifts. Voila, this time too she rocked. Seriously this woman knows what to buy. It was a pair of highly advanced weapon sensory shoes. I removed my ordinary old shoes and wore the right shoe first. I then slowly inserted the left shoe into my iron leg so that the transmitter at the ankle area of the shoe doesn’t short circuit with the receptor at the ankle part of my leg. After inserting it in I connected the transmitter to the receptor and the non-sensory leg started sending signal to the brain again. To be precise it’s been a year since my brain received data from my left leg after that faithful day when I stepped on the landmine that the Naxals had planted outside our school building. I later heard that it was nothing but a training session for the trainees in their team.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
What will happen if i love you?
Usually the noise from the wrecked engine of my vintage bike (vintage for obvious reasons) would cut off any sound that wants to reach my ears. But today was not to be. I was up at 6am driving through I dono where, as my hands & spinal cord has given rest to my brain which is occupied with something more dear. The resounding tune of lab dub was all I could hear in my head, as my heart was racing past the speed of my bike filling it with blood and thoughts. It was just one thought; a dream; a dream I shouldn’t have had. As I always do when I get tensed – adjust my glasses with my forefinger, (it reminds me, all that is needed is a little push to fit in perfectly) I brought my finger to my face only to realize my naked eyes.
But that wasn’t the case on the eventful day. I got tensed & adjusted my specs. It is my opinion that for the onlooker it will seem as if I am cool. I also remember someone telling me, unexpected actions do catch the eyes of girls. It sure seemed to be a great way to lock eyes with the girl you want – I thought then. And then it happened: like a fresh air that comes all of a sudden after what would feel like eternal stillness, she walked into the marriage hall blurring everything around her. Like an angel in red saree she came through the door way into the hall and before I could comprehend, straight into my heart! Whoever said, “The bride is the most beautiful woman in her marriage”, should check her out. I decided its time to put to practice my concept. I looked straight at her as she was walking past me and adjusted the frame while clearing my throat. Darn! There goes the walking smiling result of my so called brilliant idea! But as she went past me, my hand automatically went for the frame again; reason? She was walking towards my mother!!! Of all the places, Good God, was this the place to get scolding? While I was scanning my mother’s face trying to decipher her mood, she caught hold of me starring at her and immediately called me over there.
When a girl looks at you, as you walk towards her, you will get the feeling of walking the aisle. To top it, I was actually walking the aisle where my cousin would be walking in sometime. I call it the “Reflex action” found only in guys. As I was walking towards the most attractive girl, my belly dug its grave inside my body & my chest tight by itself to project myself as THE MAN. With a smile that could very well be declared blushing I looked at her. Ah! The radiance! I gave a sigh leaving my breath out – for she took my breath away. The result; my belly came out. Wish I could change my body to how I was 3 months back. White collar job does affect your figure where it matters the most!
My mother quickly dragged me out of my dream.
“Don’t you remember your sister? Why are starring at her like that?”
Pop! My mother burst my dream with her designer hair clip.
“She is your Uncle Anand’s daughter.”
Phewh! I was scared for a second there. Thank you Uncle, for being related to me in such a way that, I could marry your daughter. But isn’t she 1 year older than me? Look Jai, one thing at a time.
“You forgot me?” She queered, bringing me back to the real world where am still her cousin. I looked around to see that my mother has left us alone. Mother you won’t be disappointed. Look how your son is going to spread his charm over her.
“Are you all right?? You have been starring at me for a long time now.”
“No … no … just …. Just recollecting the good old days” I managed. God only knows what I did with her back then. I hope I never called her sis. Nah! I was ripe as a seed itself.
“Isn’t it a pleasure to have a gorgeous face? You will be happy that all the eyes will rest on your face alone.”
“I will take that as a compliment” she replied with a smile. Wow! Flirting with relatives is the safest thing in this world.
Realizing something she while leaning forward to reach me started “Hey …” and while touching my arm she begin to continue to say something and then it happened again. The “Reflex action” found only in guys. I flexed my muscle to bring the triceps out. As the “C” shaped muscles came out, I could see a grin forming in her face forgetting what she wanted to say. And yes!!! Am on a roll today baby! It’s good that I did some muscles toning when I was jobless after college.
“Hey … okay … see” she begin suppressing her smile, “look I got to go now okay.” She paused which I later realized was for me to say something. Since I was dumbstruck she continued, “I have given my number to your mother. When you find time …?” she ended with a look that conveyed her unfinished sentence through face. Without waiting for a reply she turned and started walking towards the door. The swaying back!! ; like twin tablas wanting to be played. I could hear the non-existent music as each hip gets compressed by the sudden rush of muscles on either side. Music to the eyes! I then suddenly realized “Hey wont you come for the DJ night this eve?”
“Sure, will be your partner” she said with a smile and left.
Ram came into the bus sweating. “What happened?” I asked dropping my phone into my pocket. He signaled to look at my phone as he sat next to me. It said he had made 4 calls and 5 msgs all saying stop the bus, with increasing order of abuses suffixing each sms.
“Sorry dude, I was speaking with my girl about the Mayajaal trip we had.”
“What the …!?? You have a girl? You went on a date? ; that too, as far as Mayajaal?”
We guys are truly unique: moments ago he was this angry young man and then second later see how he is ready to take a scoop of my story.
“Yah … my cousin; met her after 9 years. We liked each other instantly …” “So who made the move” Ram jumped in.
“It wasn’t a clear move … I signaled her if she will come for the DJ night after the marriage & she said she will be my partner.”
“Whew … and you would have swept her away with your moves.”
“No … it was mostly dandiya kind of music on the guy’s side’s insistence.”
“So you were clapping with her using the sticks?” he chuckled. “Now that I imagine its funny you and miss So n So hitting the sticks.”
“Okay okay … it’s not entirely that. We have nice steps too. It was fun”
“Ffuunnnn … ahem … you had real fun?” he asked winking.
“Err … we were close … enough to hug” I said with a dreamy smile. I noticed he was all eyes on me. “okay okay … now you need not ask where was my hand at that time … but while we were at it, I whispered in her ear about the Mayajaal plan.”
“Smooth move boss! So Mayajaal would have been fun”
“Well, it did start that way; we went by my bike.”
“Your bike? Oh no! bad!!”
“It’s not that bad okay! Anyway we did snow bowling n all and before we were about to leave she said she is engaged”
“Hold it right there! You just now said she is your girl!”
“Yah …”
“But … then … HOW!”
“Look, I don’t wanna ruin what is happening right now with all the philosophy, right thing and all that shit … I know its not the correct thing to do … I want to live and love this moment” I said.
“Okay …” he said. He then smiled at me, maybe to show he can understand. But then he smiled again which broke into a grin and then he screamed “pap paba pa ba … dud u du … Unnai paartha pinbu naan, naan aaga illaye …” (link) and then declared with enthusiasm, “Dude you have become Ajith Kumar!” Though I was kinda excited that I was being compared with THE AJITH, I know deep down he was making fun. Yet I felt happy that it’s a moment to enjoy and not think of the worse.
I was reclining on my bike thinking how wrong I was. In front of me was Mayajaal, where it all materialized. It was not New Year yet, but I had resolved that when I would leave for home, I will leave behind the memories of her. I can’t say it was a good or bad dream for I hadn’t thought of it then. That was the last thing I wanted to do.
Having made my decision, with satisfaction I started my bike. Was it the cool air or the calm road, I felt relaxed. I saw people rarely coming in the opposite side and as usual, my eyes found many girls coming in coupe- a drop down one. Rich girls in Prosche; I wished life should be that cool to be enjoyed. “Oh come on you are again going back!!!” – I told myself. To distract myself I started observing the surroundings. On my right few hot girls in half saree were walking as a group. I slowed down to see that the ladies in saree were pretty too. They were walking into a hall. Curious, I saw the board that was kept near the entrance. People say when you are scared you won’t know what to do. I immediately closed my eyes. “Why? Why? Why did I read those 2 words?? … Okay calm down”. I took a deep breath; “better move out of this place!” I dono how I made that mistake but without looking behind I went into the highway only to have a date with Mr. Accident!
A girl was shouting, “Where is the sandal power sachet? This won’t be enough!! Look at the crowd. What will we do without sandal paste in a baby shower?”
“Hey Divya …”, Anitha said
“Yah … tell”
“Look at Jai de … See how sincerely he is working for his ex-gf’s function”
Divya joined in, “Come on Jai, don’t stare at Anitha like that … she is telling the truth only na”
“What is this? a tit-for-tat? Anyway that is history. Shall we move on? By the way, I think you people are next to do the deed as a cousin …”
“See Divya, Jai wants to cut us short. What Jai? Can’t handle facts?”
“I can handle facts, but not you girls!”
“Come on, cheer up dude. After all you are the man of the day!”
“You should tell that to Ajay!”
“But he is abroad right …”
“So?”
“So you should take the responsibility”
“What are you people up to? Do you realize what you are saying!!?”
“Chill man … we know everything”
“Hold you horses okay … There was nothing serious between us!”
“Okay okay … no tension …”
“Hmmm …”
“So tell me Jai, what are the two names decided for the baby?”
“
“What do you think Jai? Will the baby be J.Ravi or J.Revathi?”
“SHUT UP!!!”
She bends down, pretending to bathe herself to purity before garlanding herself. She looks at herself with the eyes that had just moments before the bath, was enchanted by the beauty of the glimmering full moon on the auspicious day. She could see the garland that ought to be worn by the blue god. With a smile that will come only when your heart is filled with God, she prepares herself to describe the valor of Him through every part of her body.
She takes her right hand with the fore & middle finger pointed out (which in modern day could be interpreted with pride by certain sect as “V” for Vishnu) and brings them to her wide open eyes to symbolize the red eyes of Him. As she brings them closer she could only imagine the pair of eyes protected by spectacles that had mesmerized her, while the voice sings the line, “Paaror pukazha-p-pathinthul-el or empavaay”.(translation)
She stretch her hands out in the aramandi posture in sync with the line “paazhiyan thol utaip parpanaapan kaaiyil”(translation), her face that should have portrayed a gritter look, breaks into a smile because she could only remember the fat muscles that he was trying to project as fit ones on their first meet. What day it turned out to be! ; Especially the evening. She could still hear the music of his breathing as he waited for aeons to speak to her ears. And the sound of his heart beat, the only thing that she cared to hear sitting behind him on their way back from Mayajaal. She could still feel the hotness she felt that time even when cool air was flowing all over her.
She would have continued on with her dream if not for those precise words, “veppam kotukkum vimalaa thuyilezhaay …” (translation) And she woke up from her day dream. She pause the audio to relax and return to normalcy. After a while on being sure that she is fine, she rewinds the hymn and starts it again. With bright eyes & pleading face she raises her hand, requesting the Lord to wake up. As the line “Ceppenna men mulaic cev vaaye ciru marungkal ...”(translation) comes, her hands cuts through air forming the structure of ‘8’ and instead of pleading the Goddess to wake up, she brings both hands to feel the shape she had drawn in air. She then brings her hand to indicate the rosy lips. Call it instinct or realization, her eyes open up to reality and immediately gasping she closes her mouth with her raised hand. Perplexed, she walks towards the mirror to look at herself. What has she done? Was she falling for him? But she shouldn’t. This is not right. She loves Ajay and they are about to marry. She has to make a decision right now.
“ippothe emmai niraattu
El or empaavaay”
“Shut up!!”
“Jai … Jai … wake up … what happened?”
“Yeah …”
“Bad dream?”
“Yah ….” He could see his mother looking tensed. “Its okay ... just a bad dream … nothing serious.”
“Jai …” his mother replied, “you have guests”
Jai raised his heard to see who it was. He closed his eyes again and complained to himself, first in the form of bad dream, now in person! Don’t accidents means you have learnt your lessons well?”
She greeted him with a pleasant smile and said, “Hi … how are you doing?”
“Apart from the pain due to the fractured wrist am fine I guess. Thank you.”
“Good” She said with a smile & sat on the chair next to the bed close to him. “Take ample rest okay. Don’t think of the past.” Saying this she joined her hand with his & looking at him she continued, “What happened is history. We all have to move on.” Not able to look at his eyes any longer she turned & spoke, “by the way did I introduce my fiancĂ© Ajay to you?”
“Ajay, this is Jai; Jai this is Ajay”
CREDITS: Jai, Chinmayi Sripada, Miss. Andal