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Vaanathai Pola 211

F3 or the Fight-Flight-Freeze response is the body’s automatic, built-in system designed to protect us from threat or danger. For example, when you hear the words, “look out!” you may be surprised to find how fast you move, and thankfully so, as you narrowly miss the cricket ball sailing through your kitchen window! Or when you suddenly turn a corner and come face to face with an unfamiliar dog and you stop and remain quiet and still until it moves on or in the least realizes that you pose no danger to it. In both scenarios, your system demonstrates its effectiveness at protecting you from danger.

In reality and in day to day life, you find very few people who will take up the first of the F3 response which is fight while the majority of us resort to either flight or freeze tactics.

I confess with humility and shame that I freeze in moments of stress and when faced with danger and the real danger is what comes after that first reaction for my body surges with rage and madness and it is a headlong confrontation from then on and I am embarrassed to say that it has placed me in many physical altercations back when I was a kid and a teenager and also well into my 30s.

If the coming of the huge black-maned lion through the grass and hearing its thunderous roars had not been enough of a shock, then the very illusion of the forest and its trees moving towards them casting shadows was enough to put half the men in flight mode and they ran away screaming and towards the entrance while the others including Deputy Commissioner Karthik found themselves frozen to the ground on which they were standing and as the sounds and shadows neared them, all except Karthik took refuge behind the Blind Babaji and stood shivering and scared out of their minds.

Then all of their eyes and mouths opened wide and their eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets as they all saw with disbelief, eight giants walk through the grass and into the small clearing in which they all stood quaking in fear.

Giants as tall as trees and who stood nearly 8 to 9 feet tall and then all the remaining policemen watched with bated breath as the tallest one came close to the blind Babaji and falling to his knees placed his head on the ground and then all the others followed suit and did the same thing.

The giant who was in the lead looked up at the blind Babaji, ' My lord, our father, our guide and guardian, your wish is our command. Tell us what to do?'

DC Karthik did not know what was happening but felt the strange electrifying vibration fill all the space around them and slowly moved back from the Babaji for he knew that the old beggar was the epicentre from which this strange energy was flowing out from and into the minds of all the giants who were knelt before him.

Then they heard the blind Babaji's voice, ' rise my children and let us together put a permanent solution in place that will forever stop our pesky neighbours from even thinking of stepping into this forest. Today, by the time the sun sets, this problem will be over and I will see to it that it is done.'

He pointed to the west and said, ' Four of you go and meet the enemy in that direction while the rest head south in that direction' and pointing straight ahead, ' I will go alone in that direction and meet these idiots' and then he suddenly paused and turned and looked behind him and said, ' Alone or maybe with the young Deputy Commissioner by my side.'

Turning completely, he looked at Karthik, ' you are so blinded by the trappings of glory, power, and promotions. So, I am offering you this chance to get all that and get them by today evening.'

Then he smiled and all of them thought in their hearts, ' why is his smile as beautiful as the sun appearing from the clouds and why does he look so familiar and it is as if we have known him for a very long time.'

Deputy Commissioner Karthik stepped up and standing close the Babaji, ' I am willing and I am ready, but why do I sense a condition in your words.'

' Smart kid, that is what I like about you and that is why many of us believe in you' the Babaji said and then continued, ' only you will accompany me while the rest stay here and form a hidden perimeter and be ready to nab any of the strays that we and the others might happen to miss.'

Both his Sub-Inspectors immediately raised an alarm and said, ' Sir, please either stay here or let us all follow you for we fear for your safety.'

DC Karthik tried hard to peer through the dark glasses that covered the Babaji's eyes and failing to do so, nevertheless made up his mind and said, ' I command all of you to stay put here and do as the Babaji has just told us to do and remember that the commissioner himself has ordered me to follow this blind man's words.'

He looked at Babaji, ' Mister, I don't know who you are or what you are but my heart tells me that it is all good and that one can trust you.So, I will follow you while the others stay put here.'

The blind man smiled and then suddenly looked up at the sky and saying, ' It is nearing 2.00 in the afternoon and so we must be off ' turned and began to walk into the tall grass and Karthik ran behind him and soon found that while the blind man walked, he himself had to run to even keep up with him.

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புதுச்சேரிக்கு ஒரு மைல் வடக்கே முத்தியாலுப்பேட்டை என்று ஓர் ஊர் இருக்கிறது. இந்த ஊரில் கிருஷ்ணசாமி என்று

ஓர் இளைஞர் இருந்தார். அவருக்குத்தான் 'வெல்லச்சுச் செட்டியார்'என்ற அருமையான செல்லப்பெயரைப் பாரதியார்

கொடுத்தது.

கிருஷ்ணசாமி செட்டியார் ரொம்பக் 'குள்ளை'. நல்ல கெட்டியான, இரட்டை நாடி உடம்பு. அவரிடம் உடலிலோ, மனத்திலோ

சோர்வை ஒரு நாளும் பார்த்ததில்லை.அவருக்குச் செல்லப் பெயர் அமைந்தது, அவருடைய உடல் உறுதியின் காரணத்தால்.

இந்தச் செட்டியாருக்குத் தொழில், நெசவு. கொஞ்சம் பூஸ்தியும் பணமும் உண்டு.துணி வியாபாரமும் நடந்து கொண்டு

வந்தது. அவர் அடிக்கடி பாரதியார் வீட்டுக்கு வந்துவிடுவார்.எத்தனை நாழிகை வேண்டுமானாலும் மௌனமாய்

உட்கார்ந்திருப்பார். முதலில் பாரதியாரை 'ஸ்வாமி' என்று கும்பிடுவதோடு சரி.

பாரதியாருக்கு அவரிடம் நிரம்பப் பிரியம். அவரிடம் தாம் பாடிய பாடல்களைப் பாடிக் காண்பிப்பதில் பாரதியாருக்கு

நிரம்பத் திருப்தி. செட்டியாரின் முகத்தைப் பார்த்தால், அவர் ஒரு இலக்கிய ரஸிகரென்றே தோன்றாது. அவருக்கு

அப்பொழுது (1910-1911) வயது சுமார் இருபது இருக்கலாம்.

"இவரிடம் பாரதியார் வீணாக வாசித்துக் காண்பிக்கிறாரே!" என்று எங்களில் சிலர் எண்ணியதுண்டு. ஆனால், சிரிக்க

வேண்டிய பகுதியில், எங்களுக்கு முன்னமே 'க்ளுக்'கென்று சிரித்துவிடுவார். சோக ரஸக் கட்டம் வந்து செட்டியாரின்

முகத்தைக் கண்கொண்டு பார்க்க முடியாது. முகத்திலே உருக்கம் தாண்டவமாடும்.

பார்வையிலே நாம் எவ்வளவு ஏமாந்து போகிறோம் என்பதற்கு, கிருஷ்ணசாமி செட்டியாரை ஓர் உதாரணமாகப்

பாரதியார் அடிக்கடி சொல்லுவார். "எந்தப் புற்றில் எந்தப் பாம்பு இருக்குமோ, யார் கண்டார்?" என்று பேச்சை

முடித்துவிடுவார் பாரதியார்.

இம்மாதிரி சமயங்களில், பாரதியார் சில கதைகள் சொல்லுவார். செட்டியாரைக் குத்துகிறது போலவும், தூக்கிப்

பேசுகின்ற மாதிரியும் பாரதியார் ஒரு சிறுகதை சொல்லுவார். அது பழைய கதைதான். நண்பர் செட்டியாருக்கு அதைப்

பாரதியார் பிரயோகம் செய்ததால், அதைச் சொல்ல வேண்டியிருக்கிறது.

இரண்டு பேர் காட்டுப் பாதையாகப் போய்க்கொண்டிருந்தார்களாம். ஒருவர் குடியானவர். மற்றவர் செட்டியார். காட்டுப்

பாதையில் திருடர் பயம் ஜாஸ்தி. இருட்டுக்கு முன் காட்டைக் கடந்துவிடலாம் என்று இருவரும் பயணம் புறப்பட்டார்கள்.

ஏதோ அவக்கேட்டால் இருட்டிப்போன பிறகுதான் அவர்கள் காட்டுக்குள் நுழைந்தார்கள்.

இந்தக் கட்டத்தில், "ஏன் செட்டியாரே! கதை சரியாகச் சொல்ல வேண்டுமானால் இந்தச் சமயம் திருடர்கள் வரலாமா,

அல்லது கொஞ்ச தூரம் வழி நடந்து, சிறிது நேரம் ஆன பிறகு வரலாமா?" என்று பாரதியார் கேட்பார். "எந்தச் சமயத்தில்

வந்தாலென்ன? நான் பாரதியாரோடு வழிப்பயணம் செய்கிற செட்டி. எனக்கு என்ன பயம், என்ன அவமானம்?" என்பார்

செட்டியார். "அச்சா! அப்படிச் சொல்லப்பா, தங்கமே!" என்று பாரதியார் விழுந்து விழுந்து சிரிப்பார். நாங்கள் மட்டும்

சிரிக்காமல் இருப்போமா?

திருடர்கள் குடியானவனை நையப் புடைத்து, அவனிடமிருந்ததைப் பிடுங்கிக்கொண்டனர். செட்டியார் (கதைச் செட்டியார்தான்)

பார்த்தார்; பேச்சு மூச்சு இல்லாது படுத்துக்கொண்டார். திருடர்கள் செட்டியாரைக் கோலால் தட்டிப் பார்த்து, "கட்டை கிடக்கிறது"

என்றார்கள். "உங்கள் வீட்டுக் கட்டை பத்து ரூபாய்ப் பணத்தை மடியில் கட்டிக்கொண்டு இருக்குமோ?" என்றார் செட்டியார்.

"என்ன செட்டியாரே, சரிதானே கதை?" என்றார் பாரதியார். "கதை எப்படியிருந்தாலும், அது இப்பொழுதுதான் முடிந்தது"

என்று மடியிலிருந்து பத்து ரூபாய் நோட்டை எடுத்துக் பாரதியாரிடம் கொடுப்பார் செட்டியார். "கதையில் திருடர்கள்;

நான் பகல் கொள்ளைக்காரன்" என்று சொல்லிப் பாரதியார் கடகடவென்று சிரிப்பார். பாரதியார் சிரித்துக்கொண்டிருப்பதைப்

பார்ப்பதில் செட்டியாருக்குப் பிரமானந்தம். கண் கொட்ட மாட்டார். அப்படியே அள்ளி முழுங்கிவிடுவது போல லயித்துப்

போயிருப்பார். அத்தகைய பக்தியைச் செட்டியாரிடம் தவிர, வேறு யாரிடமும் அவ்வளவாக நான் பார்த்ததில்லை.

என்ன ஆச்சரியம்! செட்டியாரைப் பார்த்தால் ஒன்றுமே தெரியாத, ஒன்றுமே விளங்காத அப்பாவியைப் போல இருப்பார்.

ஆனால், அவர் செய்கிற காரியமோ அபாரமாயிருக்கும். பாரதியார் சொல்லிய கதையை, செட்டியார் எவ்வளவு நேர்த்தியான

நகைச்சுவையுடன் முடித்தார்! விளையாட்டுக்காக அவர் பாரதியாரிடம் அந்த ரூபாய்களைக் கொடுக்கவில்லை; பாரதியாரின்

நிலைமையை அறிந்தே கொடுத்தார்.

பணங் கொடுக்கிற சங்கதியில், பாரதியாரோடு நிரம்ப ஜாக்கிரதையாகப் பழக வேண்டும். அவருடைய கையில் பணம் இருக்காது

என்பது உண்மை. ஆனால், பிச்சைக்காரனுக்குப் பிச்சை போடுவதைப்போல நினைத்துக்கொண்டு எவரேனும் உதவி செய்ய

முன்வந்தால், அவர்கள் பாரதியாரிடம் அவமானப்பட்டுப் போவார்கள்.

"மோதி மிதித்துவிடு பாப்பா! - அவர்

முகத்தில் உமிழ்ந்துவிடு பாப்பா!"

இந்த மாதிரி பாரதியார் பாப்பாப் பாட்டில் பாடியிருப்பது உங்களுக்கு நினைவாக இருக்கலாம்.பாரதியாருக்குப் பிச்சை போடுவதாக

எண்ணிக்கொண்டு ஆடம்பரத்துடன் உதவி செய்பவர்களுக்கு, மேற்சொன்ன பாட்டிலுள்ள இரண்டு தண்டனையும் நிச்சயமாய்க்

கிடைக்கும். அந்தச் சமயங்களில், பாரதியாரின் ரௌத்திரம் பொங்கி எழும். முகத்தைப் பார்க்கவே முடியாது.கண்கள்

தீப்பொறிகளைக் கக்குவன போல் இருக்கும். மீசை துடிதுடிக்கும். "மடையன்! நான் ஏழையோ! அவன் சத்திரம் கட்டி வைத்திருக்கும்

சீமானோ?" என்று ஆத்திரத்துடன் பேசுவார்.

பாரதியாருக்கு யாரும் பிச்சை போட முடியாது. பயபக்தி விசுவாசத்துடன் கப்பம் வேண்டுமானாலும் கட்டலாம். அவர் கவிச்சக்கரவர்த்தி

அல்லவா? அவர் குடைக் கீழ் வாழும் மாந்தர்களும் மன்னர்களும் கிஸ்தி செலுத்தலாம் அல்லது கப்பம் கட்டலாம். காலணா கேட்கும்

கடைத்தெருப் பிச்சைக்காரனா அவர்?

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Vaanathai Pola 212

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more. C. S. Lewis

The man was broken in many places and now lay on the ground next to his friends and family members, whom he had accompanied at the bidding of their benefactor and had entered the forest.

He was a hard man who had lived a hard life, a corrupted life and now with his final breaths alive or as a life-term prison, he knew only one thing remained that mattered and that was killing the woman who stood just feet away.

His finger closed on the trigger and gently raising the gun he pressed it taking his last breaths and with remnants of resolve and sent the bullets screaming towards the woman in white.

His eyes opened wide as the last photons, light that would enter his eyes, screamed into his brain and told him that the man next to her had moved and placing himself as a shield had taken the bullets instead. Mustering, channelling his mind, he tried to press the trigger one last time but his dying eyes were suddenly filled large with huge white teeth, claws and mane and he died screaming as a swipe from the lion beheaded him and sent his head tumbling into the bushes.

The dying man had pressed a machine gun that had been poorly maintained and that which had jammed after the sudden burst and after having fired twelve of its 50 bullet magazine.

But, the machine gun had its reputation to maintain for it was a tried and tested brand and that which had been born from world-renowned pedigree and genes and came from the family which called itself AK-47.

Kavita had not been there when her brother Vijay had been murdered in Delhi but the pain of seeing his body had nearly killed her and paralysed her and it was only the presence of Raman that had kept her going.

She had very close and tight bonds with her mother and father and was also close to Raman, Jeeva and their family members but then what she shared with Radhu was totally different and she felt that difference and the pain that such kind of love brings as she felt him slowly sag against her and groan in pain and whisper, ' I am okay baby. It is going to be okay' and slowly sink to the ground along her body and collapsed at her feet.

Love, where is it? in the heart, in the lungs, in the liver or is it in that secret place called Soul. But, we know it is in the mind, in those channels buried deep in the neurons and pathways that make up our complicated brain.

But, what if love is like your skin that covers your entire body and what if like the skin it encompasses your entire mind and thoughts and actions and reactions.

Kavita's normal, city eyes and brain barely registered the sudden lightning speed movement that brought Radhu in front of her and before she could even process it, she heard, they all heard the sudden burst of the machine gun and she felt their deadly messengers strike home at her soul for her soul was not in her but in him and she felt every jerk of his body as they stood firm and as her shield and armour.

She felt the heat on her face and saw blood spray in a fine mist as six bullets came home to Radhu whispering poems about love, loss and death and she felt him as he slowly leaned against her and she watched as he slowly slipped to the ground, blood pumping from the holes where the bullets now made their home.

She screamed and she screamed in pain, from his pain and her pain and in fear and in worry. She screamed for his love and her love and that which would never be and the scream ripped the forest with its pain and anger and far away the blind Babaji stopped and whispered, ' Buddha, my friend, carry Radhu to the mountain and ask Queen Malar to tend to him and wait for my return.'

Buddha looked at Radhu and saw the light flickering away dimly and then glanced towards the forest and said, ' Master, you know what this will do to him ? and the Blind Babaji whispered back, ' I know and it is the will of the universe then we should act according to its will and request for that is the code we follow my friend and that is the master we all serve. So, do what you need to do and I will join you on the mountain as quickly as possible.'

Kavita watched the Lion stare into the distance as if it was talking to the very forest itself and she watched as the lion slowly padded towards Radhu and stood looking down at him.

Kavita collapsed to the ground and crying her heart out, screamed angrily, ' Is this what it has come to? Is this what you are capable of? I have lost so much and yet you show me no mercy and come asking for more.'

Wiping her tears, ' please, take me instead. My life for his for he needs to live and exist for he is like you, a protector and defended of all that is good and beautiful. Take me for I serve no purpose and my life is of no use.'

The lion looked deep into Kavita's eyes and soul and Kavita saw green fires suddenly erupt in the black eyes of the lion and Buddha turned away and roared into the forest.

Babaji stopped and heard the roar travel and enter his mind, ' Master, she is not alone for life has taken hold in her womb and has flickered its lights on.

' Buddha, just do it and what happens later is not our concern and does not fall under our jurisdiction.'

Kavita cradled Radhu against her bosom and bathed his face with her tears and kisses and heard him say with gasping breaths, ' I have loved you and I have been loved you. I have known and felt your love and that is enough for this lifetime.'

Far away and far back in time, the young man cradled his dying mother in his arms and howled his pain and anguish like a wild beast.

The night was black and the orange of the fires that ravaged many house cast glows and threw shadows as Azhagan knelt slowly beside the fallen body of Avini. He saw with shock and fear the arrows that stuck out of his mother's body and watched in terror as the blood gushed out of the mortal wounds. flowed like rain and fell on her face and she mumbled in pain and Azhagan realised that she was still alive but barely holding on to life and light as the darkness slowly but inexorably closed in and called itself death.

The mighty warrior was reduced to a bumbling and frightened boy as he saw what had been done to the one he loved the most and would never love anyone again as he did her. He gently put his arms under her and placed her on his lap and whispered " mother, mother I have come back. I am here and I am scared and don't know what to do. Please don't leave me alone for I will be truly lost without you and will follow you for I have no purpose or will without you by my side."

The eyes flickered open in her blood-streaked face and Avini saw the light of Azhagan and felt his strong arms around her and tried to speak, but the blood from her throat spilt out of her mouth and she coughed and nearly choked with it.

Avini whispered " Azhaga, my son, don't be scared for you are not alone and will never be. Take care of yourself, my child. I know I dont have much time so let me thank you for coming into my womb and bringing life and light into my life. Thank you, my son. I am truly blessed and the only thing that saddens me is that I have never been able to see you with my eyes and now I go with that one wish left unfulfilled. "

Azhagan screamed in pain and the green light that had died down when he had sat beside his mother now rose like bonfire and it entered Avinis body. The green fire took hold of her body and entered her soul and it worked magic on her and now even her eyes shone with the strange green light.

Avini felt the pulse of power from her son's body and she recognised the familiar touch and time fell away and her mind raced back in time to the genesis of her and Azhagan.

(Avini stumbled and reached out with both her hands and went forward and that is when she saw the light or did she feel it. A hand gently took her hands and Avini felt the man's embrace. She knew the voice was a man and before she could react, the man kissed her and Avini's world was never the same again. The magic took her and she felt the kiss in her lips.she felt the kiss in her body and she felt the kiss in her womb and the light moved into her.) chapter 21

The world was black but the world of Avini and Azhagan was green and jade in colour and she feebly blinked and opened her eyes and she saw the beautiful face of her son and her heart broke as she saw his eyes full of tears and fear.

Avini smiled " I see you Azhaga. I see you are the light, the same light that entered my body. You are more beautiful than I thought and imagined you would be. Listen to me my son for you are not alone and we're never alone. There are forces and lights that will protect you and guide you when you call for them. I love you, my son. I have loved you, thought about you and loved you more when you came into my body. Please don't worry and cry for me for I die happily now with your face as my last memory. Azhaga.'

That was the last word that slipped out of Avinis lips as the life slipped out from her broken body.

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Random jobless Sunday Musings about life

The Angel called " Accountant " approached his boss who was popularly known as " Creator, God " all across the universe and stood before the fire that raged but bathed those who stood before it with gentle heat and mild light and the Angel thought to himself, ' This lighting reminds me of those seedy places that pass themselves as singles and couples bars and also swingers bars down there where those animals called Humans dwell and carry themselves with great pride imagining they were created in the image of God, himself or herself or rather itself and indulge in all sorts of beastly activities.'

Another Angel who was floating by, landed softly with the grace that none of our planes can ever hope to manage and stood staring at the angel called Accountant and then asked, ' Daydreaming again?'

Accountant startled out of his wings, turned angrily and barked at the Angel called Judgement and asked, ' Why do you keep do that when you know it scares me so?'

Judgement angel shrugged its wings and raising its eyebrows and hands in sync, said, ' small pleasures that cannot and should not be denied my comrade in wings. Couldn't help it and regret it later' and pointing to the fire that was supposedly God, ' here to deliver your weekly report, I guess?'

Accountant Angel nodded, ' A week for us but a decade for those animals down below on that plane called Earth.'

The Light brightened considerably and even the Angels had to close their eyes and then their wings around themselves to protect themselves from the heat and light and then the light died down and returned back to normal and opening their wings and eyes, both the Angels were stunned to see a human woman standing there twirling her tresses and blinking her green eyes in a bewitching way that sent shivers up their spines and wings and also sent vague signals through their nervous system and that which made them both think of all that was wild loathed about the humans and which was " Love and sex".

Accountant looked at Judgement, ' It is a she, right, comrade?'

Judgement nodded, ' right and a damn good specimen if I may say so.'

Both the angels slithered and slowly made their way and coming closer to the stunningly beautiful woman asked in sweet and fake voices, ' woman, what are you doing up here in heaven and that too so close to God's resting place? Are you lost and do you need our help?'

The woman fluttered her eyelashes and pouted and flashed a sly smile at both the angels who looked at each other and raising their eyes to the skies, ' Oh God, If only we were humans.'

Judgement angel cleared its throat, ' woman, do you need any sustenance to feel better?'

The woman replied in a throaty voice, ' singles, couples or swingers?'

Accountant angel's face lit up with passion and lust and it quickly turned to Judgement angel, ' Hey, broken wing, remember me telling you about those naughty and seedy places the humans throng to on weekends and all they get to do there. I think she is from one of those places.'

Both the angels stood staring at the beautiful woman and all the while their eyes could not stop roving all over her and all the while thinking why they were angels instead of Humans.

The light of It called God suddenly raged and blazed mightily and again both the angels had to hurriedly cover themselves with their wings to protect themselves from being burnt to a crisp.

The fire and light dimmed down and both the angels opened their eyes and saw God standing there and in the same spot where just moments ago a beautiful woman had stood and both realized that they had been played and dealt a cruel card and had failed and miserably.

God smiled and said, ' You curse humans and are pissed off with them and with their pride for thinking themselves as being created in my image and are also constantly bitching and whining about what they do with their bodies and minds and yet here you are doing the same and also passing off yourself as Angels and that too with the names of Accountant and judgement.'

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The Rajinikanth factor-Whats in a name

“I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinion of himself than on the opinion of others.”― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

In October 1973, a film called Gauravam released and which had the God of Acting himself, Sivaji Ganesan playing both the title roles. One as the younger man called Kannan who works as an assistant to his advocate lawyer Uncle, Rajinikanth.

Rajinikanth! Pera kettale summa adhurudhile!

I am not sure how things work on the grand scale of things in life and in matters of fate but I would like to think that it all works out for the best. It worked out very well for Namma superstar Rajinikanth.

Rajinikanth was named thus by his mentor, founder and Guru K.Balachandar and obviously since he could not exist as an actor with the name Shivaji and that too in the same world as the Nadigar Thilagam himself who carried the name Sivaji Ganesan and who himself had been bestowed that title " Sivaji" by Periyar who had seen him perform on stage in the play, Shivaji Kanda Hindu Rajyam.

Villupuram Chinnaiya Ganesan became known as Sivaji Ganesan and then Shivaji Rao Gaekwad became Rajinikanth.

And you dare think what's in a name?

The past two weeks, most of the tv channels like Thanthi tv and Puthiya Thalaimurai have been carrying 8.00 pm debates continuously and the topic is " Will or will he not enter Politics?" and " if he does so, what will be his impact for the elections are just around the corner and maybe six to seven months away".

To my memory, I stress on my memory for it is I who is writing and sharing this opinion, one of the very first time that I paused a tape and rewinding it, played it back again and again was way back in the year 1989.

Rajkumar, my BIL ( Brother-in-law) a huge fan of the superstar had purchased a tape and we were playing it in the hall and I remarked, ' Anne, don't you think the lyrics are a bit funny and overdone for they sound as if they are a kind of subtle message or maybe an open warning to someone in or out of power.

Tape, 1989 and the song was "Enkitta Modhadhe" from the film Rajadhi Raja and the lyrics are here down below

Engitta modhaadhae

Naan raajaadhi raajanada

Vambukku izhukkaadhae

Naan veeraadhi veeranada

Thappaana velaikku ennaalum naanae

Eppodhum thunaiyaaga aanadhilla

Tharkaappukaaga naan podum sanda

Thappaaga oru naalum ponadhilla

Kathi kathi sanda

Vaai valikka pottaa

Kaththoda pogum adhu thevai illae

Katchi katti aadum

Aattam ingu venaam

Pudhi kettu pogaadhae neeyum veena

Unnoda vaazhkai unkayil irrukku

Aduthavan koduthaa adhu nikkaadhappa hei

Kashtapattu ozhachu munnera paaru

Ishtapattu ellorum pinaal varuvaar

Padhavi irrundha paththu peru

Panathukaaga nooru peru

Kaasukkuthaan madhippu irukku

Manushanukku engae irukku

Ennakku katchiyum venaam

Oru kodiyum venaam

Ada thaangu takkara takkara

Takkara takkara daa




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The Empress of Melodies

A tribute to Lata Mangeshkar, who completes 91 years of age on September 28, 2020

Way back in1964, Mehboob Khan, producer-director of “Mother India”, was seriously ill at a hospital in Los Angeles. His wife called Lata Mangeshkar from the hospital. Mehboob snatched the phone from her and said, “Lata, I am very ill. Can you please sing Rasik balma for me?”Lata was moist-eyed as she sang this song of magical allure from the 1956 RajKapoor-Nargis starrer “Chori Chori” on the phone. A week later, he called again with the same request.

Lata’s phone calls didn’t save the dying movie mogul, but she had the satisfaction of providing him with some solace and some musical pleasure in his last days.

Lata’svoice can soothe, titillate, electrify, seduce. If you listen to the songs of “Barsaat” or “Anarkali”, “Mother India” or “Mughal-e-Azam”, “Guide” or“Abhimaan”, you can hear Lata’s voice glide with elan from joy to anguish, longing to philosophical angst, from a celebration of life to a call of despair.

It used to be said during the 1970s that only two voices were heard over All-IndiaRadio – Indira Gandhi and Lata Mangeshkar. Today you hear more voices – butLata’s own voice pours out from cell phones, computers, radios and TV sets thousands of times every day.

The woman who didn’t go to school, who missed most of her childhood, who never married, is the eternal empress of playback melody. She has sung several thousand songs in 36 languages. She has been compared to Taj Mahal as an Indian brand, she has won more honours than any other person in the history of Indian cinema.

Major honours include the Bharat Ratna (2001); the Dadasaheb Phalke award (1989); three national awards for best playback singer; six Filmfare awards; and the French Knight of the Legion award (the highest civilian honour in France). The Madhya Pradesh government instituted a Lata Mangeshkar award in1984, the Maharashtra Government followed suit with a similar award in1992. A french perfume is named after her.

Shah Rukh Khan says he’s sorry that since he is a male, Lata will never sing for him. S D Burman said Lata is “the best antidote to regional chauvinism” –because everyone from Kashmir to Kanyakumari loves her songs. Says JavedAkthar “If you collect all the fragrance, all the moonlight, all the honey in the universe, their collective magic can’t create a voice like Lata.” Dilip Kumar remarks “Lata resides in every one of us.”

Lata’s best songs

Lata’s songs bring back memories of some of the greatest moments of Indian cinema. Take the RajKapoor-Nargis movies of the 1950s; Meena Kumari in “Baiju Bawra”, “Azad” or “Kohinoor”; Madhubala in“Amar”, “Tarana” or “Mughal-e-Azam”; Nutan in “Seema”; Vyjayanthimala in “Sangam” or “Gunga Jumna”; Sadhana in “Mere Mehboob”, “Parakh” or “MeraSaaya”; Hema Malini in “Johnny Mera Naam”; Rekha in “Silisila”; Sridevi in“Nagina” or “Mr India”; Dimple Kapadia in “Bobby”; Madhuri Dixit in “Hum Aapke Hain Koun?”; Aishwarya Rai in “Dil Se”.

Which are Lata’sbest songs? How does one pick a few from the thousands of radiant gems she has given the world? Here’s a selection, entirely personal and subjective, of five favourite songs each from different moods or genres – duets, romantic, joyous and sad songs. In each category, many other songs would be equally strong candidates.

Duets

Pyar hua ikrar hua – Lata & Manna Dey in “Shri 420” (composer:Shankar-Jaikishen)

Jaag dard ishq jaag – Lata & Hemant in “Anarkali”

(C Ramachandra)

Nain so nain – Lata &Hemant in “Jhanak Jhanak Payal Baaje”(Vasant Desai)

Aja sanam – Lata & Rafi, “Chori Chori” (Shankar-Jaikishen)

Hum tum ek kamre me band ho – Lata & Shailendra Singh in “Bobby”. (Laxmikant-Pyarelal)

Many of Lata’s duets are emotional scorchers and among the richest treasures of Hindi film music. All of her duet partners – be they Rafi, Kishore, Mukesh, Manna Dey, Hemant Kumar – enjoyed singing with Lata, exchanging notes and tips and banter, and witnessing her professionalism and talent.

Romantic songs

Mujhe kisise pyar ho gaya from “Barsaat”

(composer: Shankar-Jaikishen)

Pyar kiya to darna kya from “Mughal-e-Azam” (Naushad);

Nainon me badra chaye – “Mera Saaya” (Madan Mohan);

Do hansonka joda – “GungaJumna” (Naushad)

Bindiya chamkegi – “Do Raaste” (Laxmikant-Pyarelal)

Lata’s romantic songs are pure gold. Those of the 1950s and 1960s are ageless, enchanting, everlasting odes to love. The more modern ones crackle with electric intensity.

Joyous songs–

O chand kila – “Anari” (Shankar-Jaikishen)

Aaj phir jeene ki tamanna hai – “Guide” ( SD Burman)

Jiya jale jaan jale - “Dil Se” (AR Rahman)

Didi tera devar deewana – “Hum Aapke Hain Kaun” (Ram Lakshman)

O Sajna – “Parakh” (Salil Choudhury)

Lata’s joyous songs have a compelling beat, they radiate positivism, they sparkle with banter or mischief. Sometimes they offer lyrical and visual delight that enhance the audio appeal, as in “Jiya jale”

Sad songs

Aaja re ab mera dil pukara – “Aah” (Shankar-Jaikishen)

Mera dil e pukare aaja – “Nagin” (Hemant Kumar)

Dua kar gham-e-dil – “Anarkali”(C Ramachandra)

Nagari nigari dware dware – “Mother India” (Naushad)

Megha chaye aadi raat – “Sharmilee” (S D Burman)

Lata’s sad songs are like beautiful paintings brushed with the colours of anguish. They haunt you forever. Suffused with sorrow, they are fragrant with sweetness. Your heart bleeds for Nargis, Vyjayanthimala, Bina Rai, Raakhee and other heroines as they pour out their angst. Nargis said, “When Lata sings a sad song for me, I don’t need glycerine to shed tears.”

Surprisingly, Lata considers the lyric (rather than the tune) to be the most important element of a song,

The Lata phenomenon

What accounts for the Lata phenomenon?

Reason No. 1: Her voice. There is nothing it can’t do. And it has never lost its pristine quality. SaidBade Ghulam Ali Khan, “Kambakth, kabhi besur nahi hoti” (she never sings out of tune). Composer Ehsaan Noorani pointed out that Lata was a soprano who could sing in three octaves, while other singers at best managed two. She could give a song with depth like no one else could. No wonder every actress clamoured for Lata, and she acquired a vice-like grip on the music industry.

Reason No. 2: Her musical knowledge, her memory and her grasp of the subtleties of melody and tune were awesome. Manna Dey recalls that once he and Lata were to sing a classical duet for Anil Biswas. Dey needed seven days of rehearsals. But Lata took all of one day to rehearse the song and could sing better than him. In1977, she returned from a long foreign tour to record a song for Raj Kapoor'sSatyam Shivam Sundaram. Composers Laxmikant-Pyarelal hummed out the outlines of the theme song for about 10 minutes. That’s all she needed for the recording. The resulting song was a chart-buster.

Reason no. 3: She was an incredibly hard worker and learner. She absorbed anything new like a sponge. She learned breath control fromAnil Biswas and voice modulation from both Ghulam Haider and Naushad. She engaged a maulvi to teach her Urdudiction. This was because Dilip Kumar once remarked in Lata’s presence that the Urdu diction of Maharashtrians exuded the flavour of dal chaval. Lata was hurt and ensured that her Urdu was impeccable.

A perfectionist, she took pains to study the song situation, the screen character and the actress for each song. When Lata sang for Madhubala or Meena Kumari, she sounded like them. At the age of 45, she sang for 15-year-old Dimple Kapadia in Bobby and her voice sounded virginal. At 66, she sang for Kajol in “Dilwale Dulhaniyan le Jaayenge” and projected the ebullience of a 20-year-old.

A poignant childhood

Lata was born on September 28, 1929, to Master Dinanath Mangeshkar, a much-respected classical singer and stage artist. He ran an itinerant theater company that staged mythologicals in towns like Pune, Kolhapur, Satara,Sangli and Miraj. Lata was the eldest of five children, the others were sisters Meena, Asha and Usha and brother Hridaynath.

Lata heard devotional or classical music from the time she was born. On one occasion, she found her father’s pupil singing out of tune and corrected him. Master Dinanath arrived just then from a chore, heard Lata and was amazed. “We have a singer at home,” he exclaimed to his wife. He started teaching Lata then. She was five years old.

Film songs were banned at home – K L Saigal was the only exception. Lata used to hum Saigalsongs all the time. As a kid, she announced that she would marry Saigal. “By the time you grow up, he will be too old,” her father remarked. “Never mind, I’ll still marry him,” she said. But Lata never met her idol. When she switched on her newly acquired radio for the first time, the first news she heard was of Saigal’s death. Devastated and distraught, she returned the radio to the shop where she had bought it.

Master DinanathMangeshkar’s company fell on bad days during the late 1930s, and he sought refuge in alcohol. He died at the age of 41 on Friday, April 24, 1942. Incredibly enough, a week before his death, he had said, “Next Friday, at 1120, I will die.” (He knew astrology.) Lata laughed, she thought he was joking, but he died precisely on the date and at the time he had predicted. Lata was then 13, she became the breadwinner for a family of eight – mother, she and siblings, one of whom(brother Hridaynath), was suffering from TB, two relatives.

Thanks to MasterVinayak Rao, father of actress Nanda, Lata got a role in his Marathi film. She put on greasepaint to act and sing in “Pahili Manglagaw”. Lata played the heroine's sister and had three songs. She hated make-up and the arc lights and disliked crying or laughing on order. She only wanted to sing. But there was no option. “The day I went to work in Master Vinayak's film, there was nothing to eat in the house."

The next few years were a period of nightmarish struggle and drudgery. Lata sang and acted in four Hindi and four Marathi films. Master Vinayak passed away, but composer Ghulam Haider took Lata under her wing. He introduced Lata to composer Naushad, who gave her the song Uthaye ja unke sitam in “Andaz”(1949), filmed on Nargis. The pathos-drenched song was irresistibly endearing and made the music world sit up and take notice.

1949 was a landmark year for Lata. “Barsaat” with eight solos by Lata was released that year. She created a sensation. The wizardry of Shankar-Jaikishen and the Raj Kapoor-Nargis chemistry also worked magic.“Mahal”, released in 1949 was a trail-blazer for both Lata and the film industry. “Mahal” was immortalized by the ghost song Ayega anewala,and Lata sounded ethereal. In fact, she describes herself as a “bhootwali”singer. She has given cinema more ghost hits than anyone else.

The 1950s and 1960s were Lata’s decades of triumph. The Lata juggernaut swept all before it. Shamshad Begum, the powerful voice of the1940s, was sidelined, so were Amirbai Karnataki and Geeta Dutt. Asha Bhosle survived, thanks to O P Nayyar, her yen for peppy numbers, and Lata’s rifts with some composers. Lata was active in the three decades from the 1970s too, thanks to the new crop of composers such as Laxmikant-Pyarelaland Kalyanji-Anandji. Money flowed in from royalties and from shows abroad. Lata sang in 2004 for “Veer Zaara”, a tribute to Madan Mohan produced by his son. She has completed more than 60 years as a playback singer, a world record for longevity.

A scary experience in 1962 -- Lata suffered from “slow food poisoning”. She had a severe stomachache and body pain, she vomited green fluid, she could not move. The doctor diagnosed her problem as slow food poison. Lata’s cook suddenly vanished, without even collecting her salary. The obvious inference was that the cook was someone’s plant.

Lata did not sing for a few months. The first time she sang after her illness was for the song Kahin deep jale kahin dilfor “Bees Saal Baad”. She was nervous and apprehensive, but composer Hemant Kumar was most understanding. The song turned out to be a super hit and won Lata her second Filmfare award for best playback singer.

Lata andfellow-singers

Lata had a beautiful relationship with Noor Jahan, the playback legend of the 1940s who migrated to Pakistan in 1947. Lata often met her in London. The two singers would engage in long phone chats on the Bombay-Karachi line. Noor Jahan would ask Lata to sing some of her hit songs ( Dheere se aaja re, theimmortal lullaby from “Albela”, was a favourite of Noor Jehan). Phone operators in the two cities started eavesdropping to hear the two celebrities chat and sing!

When Lata first met Kishore Kumar, she thought he was stalking her! They were actually going to the same studio, taking a train and then a tonga. During briefing sessions before song recording, Kishore would throw Lata into hopeless fits of laughter with his jokes and clowning. He would even dance at the recording studio. She would plead with him to stop so that she could sing right!

Mukesh is the singer Lata was closest to. Mukesh persuaded Lata to accompany him on a concert tour of the US in 1976. But while in Detroit, he suffered a massive heart attack and died. A tearful Lata escorted his body back to Bombay.

Among composers, Lata was closest to Madan Mohan. Her songs under his banner “had a special sweetness” as composer Khayyam put it. Take Baiyan na daro (Dastak), Hum pyar me jalne walon ko(“Jailor”), Woh bhuli dastan (Sanjog), Yun hasraton ke daag(Adalat), Aap ki nazron ne samjha (Anpadh), to mention just a few. Lata is all praise for Shankar-Jaikishen, saying they changed the attitude to playback singing with “Barsaat”. S D Burman regarded Lata as a daughter, RD Burman always treated her with great respect. She learned a lot from Naushad. And she adored Hemant Kumar, saying he sang like an angel because he was one!

Controversies

Lata Mangeshkar is perhaps more admired than loved in the film industry. She has had a prima donna reputation. The late Raj Singh Dungarpur, who knew Lata well, said “If you rub her on the wrong side, she becomes a tigress.”

Lata could be a tigress even as a child. Her school life lasted just one day. On the second day, she had brought baby sister Ashato class and was singing with gusto while other girls cheered. The teacher pulled up Lata. She stormed out of the school, saying “How dare anyone scold the daughter of Pandit Deenanath Mangeshkar!”

Lata denies that she has tried to undercut Asha. “Sheis my sister”, she points out. The two had fights after Asha eloped with and married a neighbour. He wanted Asha to sever all her links with her family, and particularly with Lata! But it was an abusive marriage, it broke up and Asha was back with Prabhu Kunj and her didi. Lata says Asha is more versatile than she is. “I can’t sing the songs she did, like Piya tu ab to aaja or Chura liya, but she can sing both peppy numbers and classical ragas”. Lata also denies that any “Mangeshkar monopoly” exists in the film industry, remarking that young and new talent has always flourished.

She has had spats with singers, composers, directors and producers but she has had her way most of the time. A few examples of Lata the tigress? She fought aggressively for the rights of playback singers, especially credit or public acknowledgement of their names; and their royalties for songs. She broke with Mohammad Rafi after he referred to her as a “Maharani” while arguing about royalties. She refused to sing for Raj Kapoor on the same issue. But Lata won both battles. Composer S D Burman brought Lata and Rafitogether again at a concert, while composers Laxmikant-Pyarelal insisted thatLata should sing in the 1973 “Bobby”. Raj was thus forced to yield on the royalties issue. “Bobby” was a resounding hit. It is said that Lata was the talisman who brought success back to the RK camp, after “Mera Naam Joker”, a horrendous flop that almost made Rajbankrupt.

Burman himself was annoyed with Lata over a misunderstanding concerning the dates of a recording. Burman said he would not engage Lata again, and the two were not seen together for a few years. ButBurman out of the blue called Lata one day and asked her to sing for his son RD Burman. And when they met, Burmandada asked Lata “Why have you stopped singing for me?” Lata just smiled.

Shanker-Jaikishen played a big part in Lata’s success story: the titanic popularity of their songs for the Raj-Nargis movies of the 1950s merits a separate chapter in the history of Hindi film music. Lata’s pet tease was that SJ stood for “silver jubilee”.But in 1956, SJ won the Filmfare award for best music for the film “Chori Chori”. Jaikishen asked Lata to sing the song Rasik balma from this filmat the Filmfare awards function. Lata refused point-blank. She told Jaikishen, “Filmfare has given you a best composer award, I don’t have a best singer award”. She refused to relent though Jaikishen was a good friend. Result: Filmfare introduced an award for playback singers in 1958, and separate awards for male and female singers some years later.

About Lata’s personal life. In her younger years, she travelled often to London and the US. A cricket buff, she says Sachin Tendulkar is like her own son. She watched the 1983 World Cup final live in London. On return to India, she did a big charity show for the cricketers. India’s cricket fraternity will do anything for Lata Mangeshkar.

Some of Lata’s interests and hobbies: She is fond of western classical music, she listens to Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky and Chopin. She likes the voice of Barbra Streisand and thinks the Beatles and Nat King Cole were very good. She is a remarkably good photographer, some of her photographs are almost professional in quality. She enjoys cooking and loves good food, particularly Kolhapuri mutton. She says she doesn’t keep away from pickles though they aren’t supposed to be great for a singer’s voice.

Lata loves diamonds and white sarees. She is fond of fragrances and even has one named after her. She is very religious, she prays every day and sometimes goes to the Mahalaxmi temple near her home in PeddarRoad. She always appears barefoot on the stage or in the recording room. She is fabulously wealthy, but apart from her diamonds, lives unpretentiously. She spends as much time as she can on a hospital she set up in Poona in the memory of her father.

Lata Mangeshkar never married. She says that when she was young, she had to shoulder many responsibilities. And later, it just did not happen, that’s all. Her name was sometimes linked with Raj Singh Dungarpur(who belonged to the royalty in Rajasthan and was a cricket boss). But he said he was just a close friend of Lata, a classmate of her brother Hridaynath, Does she miss having children? “My siblings’ children are my own”, she remarks.

Lata says she was destined to sing. God has been good to her, and she has had more fame and success than she deserves, she remarks. But what she treasures most is the love showered on her by millions in India and abroad.



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Rajinikanth and politics -2


In the film Padayappa that released in 1999, superstar Rajinikanth delivers one of his trademark punchlines when he turns and sticks out his right hand and using it to signal a line says, " En Vazhi Thani Vazhi" and forgetting who I was or where I was a scream and roar slipped out of my throat but too late for it was drowned in the even more crazier fans of Rajinikanth.

Then in 2017 Rajini spoke about his imminent entry into politics and also said his style of government will be based on spiritual energy, to be more exact, " Aanmeega Arasiyal".

Predictably, scavengers and dead flesh pickers, cowards and those that wanted to back in the reflected light of the superstar took to all manners of social platforms screaming themselves hoarse about how naive and foolish Rajinikanth was and that he was speaking through his arse when in fact he was speaking from his soul and experience.

In the film " The Silence of the Lambs" and towards the end, The villain Hannibal the cannibal lecter screams his clue and answer in the form of a quote to FBI Agent Clarice Starling who is hunting the serial killer Buffalo Bill.

“Everything you need to find him is there in those pages.”

“Then tell me how.”

“First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing, ask what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?”

The Marcus Aurelius quote in Silence of the Lambs is “ Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature?” Hannibal Lecter says this to Clarice so she can figure out Buffalo Bill's identity. Lecter took this quote from Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations. It's not a direct quote; it means to figure out what a person's inner nature is.

With those lines from that favourite film of mine in mind we begin with a few questions and the most important question is who or what rajinikanth is and why I have used that scene from the film The silence of the lambs in this context and in todays post.

I, you and almost all of us judge others, friends and fiends through their actions and words.

So, to judge Rajini is to take in both his film career which spans nearly 45 years and also his speeches and interviews and almost invariably what comes across about the man is that he is simple and down to earth and almost always speaks from his heart and that God, religion and Spirituality play an important part in his daily existence.

Here is a man who has been sitting on the throne of superstardom for almost 40 years now and who has a history of helping those in need and in trouble and who has because of that faced many a problem but has always come through unscathed and unblemished.

The public, in general, has one grouse and which is like a sound stuck in a loop.

" When will you enter politics like you have been threatening to do so and why the delay?"

The answer for that later for it is time now to judge a man by one of his interviews which is more like a rapid-fire question and while you watch this video ask yourself in complete honesty as to how you or I would have fared when questioned in a similar and rapid fashion.

The problem with today's society is that people are quick with their opinions, reactions and judgements and rebukes and all of that without any sense of decency and honesty.

For, most of us hate when a truth-telling mirror is put up to our faces.

I leave you today with this old video from the 1990s and also leave you to make up your minds about Rajinikanth with one thought of mine.

Maybe Tamil Nadu needs Rajini to enter Politics or maybe not but I am sure of one thing, Rajinikanth does not need politics to show who he is or to know what he is for he has proven that time and time again with his simple and humble speeches.

I as a fan like Rajini the man more than Rajini the Superstar which is but an illusion and a poor reflection of reality.



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If you ask me, " what is magic? what is a miracle? ", My answer would be Love and I would repeat the same answer again and again for many of life's problems and questions for with love comes patience and tolerance and with them come understanding and sacrifice.

When you willingly take on suffering and when you gladly take the pain and sorrow and you do it for love and for other lives, then that is magic and that is a miracle.

When a man spreads his arms wide and takes in the long nails through his palms, ankles and knees and looks up at the heavens above and whispers, "forgive them for they know not what they do" then that is a miracle.

When you close your eyes and all windows of stimuli to your soul and stare at your own darkness and understand it, cast it away and rise as light, that is magic and a true miracle.

Buddha, the Lion looked at Kavita and then coming closer stared into the fading Radhu's eyes and whispered a question into his mind, 'Do you want to live?'

' My life does not matter and maybe I am already dead and I am in either hell or heaven and some higher power is asking me this question to test my soul one last time.'

The lions stood staring at Radhu and asked him again, ' Do you want to live?' and Radhu smiled weakly, ' My answer is the same, My life is of no consequence but her life is and if my death can bring her some benefit then my life does not matter to me.'

Radhu saw the eyes of the lion change into human-like eyes and he saw the lion suddenly stand up tall on two legs and slowly change into a young man with flowing hair.

He stood with his hair flowing wildly around him and he stood with a spear in his right hand and Radhu saw some strange markings flowing like snakes on his left wrist.

There was something bewitchingly beautiful about him although Radhu could see and also at the same time sense the immense power that seemed to flow out from him and form a kind of orange glow.

He reached down to the lion that stood on his left and said, ' work your magic and wake him up my friend.'

That was the last thing that Radhu would remember as he drifted away into unconsciousness.

Palam swamy, Arul and Jothi immediately fell to their knees and touching their foreheads to the ground whispered, ' Lord,we see you and we see your power and magic.'

They saw the human-like form that hovered over the lion turn transparent and slowly vanish away.

Buddha roared loudly but it sounded very different to Kavita and then she saw something strange happen to the lion for it suddenly turned transparent and shimmered with a strange kind of greenish light and she watched with shock and in complete rapture as the green light spread out from the lion's eyes and mouth and slowly began to settle into Radhu and began to work some strange magic for magic was what was happening right before her very eyes, for all the wounds that the bullets had made in Radhu's body began to slowly close back and soon the bleeding too stopped but Radhu still lay unconscious to the world and to what was happening to him.

Arul and Jothi slowly lifted Radhu and carefully placed him on top of Buddha who immediately began to run in the northern direction of the forest.

Palam swamy using his right hand helped Kavita up to her feet and said, ' It is going to be okay now.'

Kavita looked at him with eyes full of tears and asked in a frightened voice, ' What just happened?' and pointing to the forest all around her, 'what is this place?'

Palam swamy smiled and said, ' Child, I wish I knew the answer to those questions.'

Then raising one finger and pointing to the direction in which the lion had gone carrying Radhu with Arul and Jothi following them, ' But, there is one person who can answer your questions and you will be meeting him very soon. Come, let us be off for we have another 30 minutes of walking before us.'




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Nikhil suddenly closed his eyes and raising his hands stuck them out into the sunlight and Renuka stood watching the light strike his tender limbs and thought to herself, ' If his dad was invincible, I wonder what my child is going to be like for he has not only come from Rudy but from the other hidden one, Bhairav' and hurriedly looked down at her son who was staring at her with a smile.

' Nikhil, I keep forgetting that you can read my mind and my heart like your dad' Renuka said and he replied, ' Mother, it is the hidden one who is really powerful. For, power and thought don't reside in limbs and muscles but in the folds of the brain and although the dark one shares dad's body, his power is all-consuming and a terrible one if awakened.'

Renuka saw her son's face change expression as he made one of his weird, trademark expression and stood smiling to himself.

' What is is Nikhil? why the sudden smile, baby?'

' Mother, something strange and wonderful has just taken place far, far away and yet we are all connected to them by blood and by bone through the one true king who seems to have made a momentary appearance.'

Renuka gently lifted her tiny son and holding him close whispered lovingly, ' you and your father are my one and only kings and that is enough for me.'

Nikhil smiled and pointed to the south, ' I see the new one who has just come into being and is just a day old but all that wil change from this moment for her destiny is linked with the destinies of the ones we helped in the hospital today morning.'

Renuka feeling totally lost and confused, ' Baby, who is just a day old and where is she right now?'

Nikhil gently kissed her eyes and said, ' Amma, place your hand on my heart and closing your eyes, see what I see?'

Renuka looking a bit startled asked tentatively, ' What, what will I see Nikhi?'

' The world as I see and the world that only I and a few others can see.'

Renu placed her hand on her son's tiny breast and close her eyes and felt a sudden surge of power rushing through her and she saw them.

She saw a woman in a white saree which was covered with bloodstains and she saw an unconscious man being carried by a huge lion on its back she saw that they were connected and were one.

Renuka saw a strange glow from the woman's womb that seemed to radiate strongly and opening her eyes looked at her son and asked, ' is that a life in her womb and why is it radiating so strongly?'

Nikhil smiled and said, ' that is her spirit and that is her soul for it is going to be a wild one.'

' Nikhil, how do you know that the child is going to be a girl and why do you say that she is going to be a wild one.'

Her tiny tot of a son who seemed to be as large and powerful as the universe to her turned and gave a conspiratorial smile and said the name softly, ' It is so and I also know that she is going to be named after one who came before her.'

' What name and who before her, Nikhil?' Renu asked and Nikhil's answer sent a tingle down her spine.

' Thenmozhi. She will be called that and her path and Vijay's path will cross and they will be one and exist as one.'

A painful moan escaped Jeeva's lips and Raman looked at her and she said, ' baby, our babies are ready to come out.'

' What do you mean?'

Jeeva pointed down and said, ' My water just broke'

yesterday, the previous day when Thenmozhi was created in the fires of passion and pure love

It was not just their lips that met and kissed each other but their very souls. They hugged each other so tightly that were more like one body with many limbs entwined around each other

Radhu kissed her roughly and then his lips slowly began trailing kisses on her throat, ears and all Kavita could manage to do was hold on to him as his fingers began to unbutton her blouse and then stopped and he asked in a husky and passionate voice, ' May I ' and she whispered shyly, ' you may' and he unhooked her blouse and the saree fell away seconds later and were soon followed by his clothes and now the only thing between them was the naked skins of their bodies.

He looked at her naked body and said with reverence, ' OMG, you are beautiful' and then his lips trailed down to her breasts and slowly wrapped themselves around her nipples and down he went and Kavita stood and gave herself to him in total surrender.

He gently seated her on the bed and pushing her down covered her body with his and tenderly pushed open her legs with his and slowly sank into her wetness and hugging him hard, Kavita opened herself and took him in and then he was deep into her and they were truly one with their passions

She felt the power in his thrust as he buried himself to the hilt inside her and then slowly withdrew and then pushed himself into her once again but with more force and her moan escaped from her lips as a scream as she felt something explode in her womb and the pleasure was so intense that it felt like pain for an instant and after that, all she could do was bury her nails on his back and wrap her legs around his as he made love to her again and again.

He stood behind her and let slowly caressing her thighs, arms and cupping her breasts and as her quiet began to turn to deep breaths, he gently spread her legs from behind and pushed himself into her and made love to her.

She had heard her female friends talk about it. She had heard many women bitch and gossip about it and yet here and now with him inside her, Kavita knew why sex was such a beautiful thing and why it was called making love.

Turning her around and with the water still raining down on them, he kissed her and then slowly sank to his knees and took her into his mouth and she exploded into his lips and that only urged him to lick her more madly and she knew then, the meaning of the saying " I thought I had died and was in heaven."

You make love with the fire in your bodies but the real fire is in the soul, in the mind and when bodies and souls come together as one and breathe and exist as one, the life that springs from it is in one word, Beautiful

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' Wait, please slow down' Deputy Commissioner Karthik gasped out his words for he was running out of breath and energy and holding his sides sank to his knees in fatigue and looked at the Blind Babaji and asked, ' How is that you look like you just got out of bed after a months sleep while I am totally worn out after just twenty minutes of jogging behind you?'

The blind Babaji did not turn back and with his concentration focussed totally in the direction of the forest that they were heading towards replied, ' If I answered your question you will either die out of shock or worse, die by laughing your guts out.'

Suddenly he turned to his right and after just a few seconds he whispered but loud enough for the words to be heard by DC Karthik, ' The Commissioner and a whole armed battalion of police Commandos have arrived but it matters not for the land will be the judge, jury and executioner in the case of all those who have dared to enter this protected land and doing that fully aware of the consequences that they might have to face for their actions.'

DC Karthik watched in amazement as the blind Babaji took out the conch shell that was decorated with gold and silver leaves and placing it in his lips let loose a strange kind of noise that was unlike the sounds a normal conch shell would make.

The upturned face, the right profile and the way the blind Babaji held the conch shell as he blew into it suddenly reminded DC Karthik of an image that is seared into the memory and soul of every God-fearing Indian and the epic story behind it.

The sounds emanating from the conch shell travelled quickly in a 360-degree radius and was heard by everyone in a twenty km radius and heard at the same time by all those who stood for good and also by those who stood for bad.

Commissioner Davidson was standing at the entrance to the forest of Perumalvaram with his Police commandos when the sounds of the conch shell arrived and assaulted his ears.

He stood totally transfixed and then he and the others around him heard the noise change tune and it was pretty clear to them that some sort of message was being sent out by someone with a conch shell.

Inspector Naseer looked at Commissioner Davidson and spoke his thoughts aloud, ' Sir, that is conch shell being blown by someone and I am familiar with the sound for I hear the same morning and evening in the Meenakshi Amman temple.'

Commissioner Davidson shook his head, ' I too have heard the sounds a conch shell makes but this is not the same noise as one hears in the temple.'

'Then, what is it sir and who is making that noise and why make it in the middle of a forest?'

Commissioner Davidson's face reflected his tension and worry as he spoke, ' I think it is a war cry and a rallying call to arms and if that is true then the person who is making that sounds is telling someone that the war has begun.'

The blind Babaji with his conch shell reminded DC Karthik of Lord Krishna blowing into his own conch shell Panchajanya on the eve of the great battle that took place between the Pandavas and Kauravas on the fields of Kurukshetra.

The blind Babaji turned to Deputy Commissioner Karthik and said,

'Yada Yada Hi Dharmasya

Glanirva Bhavathi Bharatha,

Abhyuthanam Adharmaysya

Tadatmanam Srijami Aham'.

Whenever there is decay of righteousness, O Bharata, And there is an exaltation of unrighteousness, then I Myself come forth ; For the protection of the good, for the destruction of evil-doers, For the sake of firmly establishing righteousness, I am born from age to age.







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