[Short Story] In a galaxy far far away...

Ninety six years has passed by since he came here. The fact that he lived ninety six years would be considered a record, back home. Pandora is my home now, he said to himself. He let out a big sigh and walked towards the private garden of his. He then plucked the only flower that blooms here, a red rose, smiling while doing so. He wanted to surprise Raji, his best friend, ever since he came here. This is the day, he thought.

He had already made the two rings, with the only hard metal that you can find here –Adamantium. But, no one knew that he had brought a few grams of gold when he left home. The artisan, who made this ring, offered up to 2 billion credit for the 8 gram gold, but Ashok refused. He knew Raji had a special kind of likeness for that yellow color metal. It would look lovely – the gold plated Adamantium, on Raji’s little fingers!

The last one he wanted was her favorite book. He knows she likes a lot of books, he even thought of buying one of her favorite books “The Divine Comedy”. But, there is one other book that she likes the most. It was written by someone like Marquis err… or is it Marquez? Before he could ponder his head further, the alarm blared. The book has to wait, Ashok thought. It’s time to hunt more hammerhead Titanotheres.

One of the main problem with the Titanotheres is, they cannot be killed by the Rheinmetall RMK30, because their skull is just too thick. Rheinmetall RMK30, let’s just call it RRMK30, one of the best recoil-less rifle, is the highest form of weapon allowed here. That is lethal too. It is also present in almost all the home here. Reason – as you guessed, there are a lot of Titanotheres, Thanator and Viperwolves.

When these animals breach the border of river Stynx, an alarm is made to the prolific hunters. They would have one hour to assemble at the hunting point, which is the only way inside the city. Wasting no time, Ashok took the Tachi and RRMK30 and rushed towards his vehicle. Tachi, by the way is the only way to kill a Titanotheres.

The helium powered automatic Argo, was running at about eighty miles an hour. Ashok was addressing the passengers, “This is not a drill, gentlemen. This is what you’ve been trained for. Now, I know most of you guys are not used to hunt. Atleast, not a Titanotheres. Use the RRMK30 only on the legs of the Titanotheres. Yes, on all the four front legs. That will slow them down. Tachi will be provided to you when we reach the hunting point. Do not test the sharpness of it. Remember your biology lessons. Tachi is the only sword that will pierce the skull of Titanotheres. When you have the Tachi and you have slowed the Titanotheres, go for the brain. Either you kill Titanotheres or it kills you.”

They reached the hunting point and were soon taking positions. The sound of the Titanotheres running mad was so clear. Ashok turned and saw Sanjay, who was sweating like he just took a shower. “Master your courage, Sanjay” Ashok patted on his back and looked for anyone else running scared. Almost all of them were afraid of the Titanotheres. ‘They should be afraid. Fear of death is the most motivating thought for one to live’ he thought.

The hunting point, more looked like a baseball stadium, only bigger in length. As soon as the animals rushed towards the entry gate, the only one for the city, people fired at will. While the Thanator and Viperwolves were taken down by the RRMK30, the same weapon slowed the Titanotheres. There were only six Titanotheres, so Ashok and another senior hunter Rishank, charged in the field. They both know where the brains of Titanotheres exactly are, and with ease, they jumped up on them and sent the Tachi right through the skull. With only one Titanotheres left, Ashok’s sword was stuck in the skull of the last Titanotheres he killed.

The last one, charged towards Ashok. Realizing he don’t have the Tachi to kill it, he jumped down from the killed Titanotheres and started running for the gate. Rishank, watching this, but unable to help because the Titanotheres had already crossed him. It’s difficult to get on top of it when it already crossed you – the only good chance of getting on top of Titanotheres is when it is running towards you.

Ashok quickly got on top of the gate, searched for anyone who has a Tachi. But, almost all of them were at the other side of the gate, still firing at the remaining Viperwolves. He looked at Rishank, still at the field, unable to think of what to do next. Ashok quickly shouted, “Rishank, throw your Tachi on his stomach!” He knew that, stomach is the only area where the bones are so deep that the Tachi would just create a flesh wound. It will also be quicker to remove the sword from there. As soon as Rishank’s Tachi went inside the stomach, Titanotheres slowed further and bent a little more, while still running. Ashok quickly jumped on it, from the gate, removed the Tachi from its stomach and sent it right inside the brain, not from the top, but from the bottom and slide out of it, inches before it collapsed on the ground.

It took another twenty more minutes to kill all the animals. Only one casualty was found, a young hunter died trying to kill a Viperwolf. Ashok was collecting all the blood stained Tachi, yelling “Good job, folks!” Some of them were used to kill Thanators and Viperwolves as well – you can’t aim RRMK30 when they are so close to you. When he finished collecting all the Tachi, he looked at the sky, as he always do after a fight. A VAAC, was piercing through the brightly lit blue sky. “Too late, guys” he said.

~———~

Raji knew that Ashok was not home. He should be busy fighting the animals. She had told him numerous time to quit the hunter job, but he insisted that it is for the safety of her and all the other people that he care about. He always know how to shut me up, she thought. He’d be coming home tired, so she decided to make him a cup of blue milk that he loves. As she walked closer towards his home, she couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it.

She stood there, near the big tree and waited a few more seconds to admire the house. Ashok had said that he wanted his home to be exactly like the one he had seen in an image back home. He was so specific with the details that the builders were bewildered he would soon take over their job! The thought created a smile on her lips and she moved closer to his home. The yellowish lights on the inside made it look a little haunting, but she was not afraid.

As she started boiling the blue milk, she thought about why Ashok always compared her love as ‘haunting’. “The thoughts about you are haunting me, Raji” he would declare now and then. ‘Haunting is not a bad thing, Raji’ he would explain ‘it just means you are persistently and disturbingly present in my mind all the time’. He really knows how to shut me up, she thought once again.

Ashok had a little more time before it gets dark after the formalities were over, so he headed right to the book shop. When the angry Titanotheres was running for him, it made a twitch in his brain and made him remember the book Raji loved the most, “One Hundred years of Solitude” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. He opened the book, folded the pages from the center in such a way, it formed a heart. Inside the heart, he placed a note “I stopped hunting. Will you haunt me for the rest of my life?”

~———~

“Ashok is becoming more and more famous” declared the lieutenant Vineeth “everyone in the city will vote for him if he decides to run for the Mayor.”

“He is right, Mr. Mayor. You have to do something about it” said General Ashish, backing up his lieutenant. The three of them had been the partners. They had done things that is not supposed to be done even back home.

“What did he do this time?”

“He lead a fourteen member squad, out of which twelve of them were inexperienced in today’s breach. It is one of the biggest breach too! And he still managed to kill all the animals, with only one casualty.”

“What do you suggest we do to take care of this Ashok?” asked the Mayor. With a cruel smile, General started explaining his plan.

~———~

As Raji and Ashok were walking towards the hundred year old church of Andromeda, Raji couldn’t help but smile all the time. Her lifelong best friend is going to be her husband. And, he quit the hunter job too, just because she requested it! She would never forget how he proposed her. The thought brought more smile to her, making her cheek go all rose. Ashok was equally happy, but was impatient. He just wanted to be her husband now. But this age old groupies who call themselves the ‘fathers’ have a lot of ceremonies to finish.

As the ceremony continued, Ashok was smiling and acknowledging the wishes from the crowd. His thoughts drifted back and ofcourse, he couldn’t take the words from Sanjay seriously though. “I heard the politicians are afraid of your popularity, Ashok. They may try something at your wedding” he had said. ‘Almost all of my friends and the ones who I care about are here’, Ashok thought. He had earlier seen General Ashish and Lieutenant Vineeth casing this place. He knew they both were kind of a right hand for the Mayor. ‘No, I’m just thinking too much’ Ashok consoled himself.

The ‘fathers’ were rigorously shouting what seemed to be the verse from the holy ‘Book of Ymir‘. Ashok had little faith in religion, but Raji seemed to be having a lot of faith in it. That is also the reason to choose this hundred year old church, otherwise he’d have preferred his own home! He remembered how they had debate on Ymir whether he’s just a man or a God. It will go on and on! Raji surprisingly had a lot of opinion on God which Ashok himself wasn’t aware.

While Ashok drifted into the old memories, his hands and heads subconsciously acknowledging the wishes from the crowd, a hired gun was spraying the acetone around the church. His usual choice was always methyl, but the person who hired him was so adamant that he use acetone. The chance of survival when using acetone is almost zero! This city is going to lose a lot of people today was his thought. Once he was finished, he removed the uniform with that famous fertilizer company name in it, sprayed some more acetone in it and lighted a match.

Ashok’s day dream was cut short by the gasps and screams he heard. Just as he feared, he saw the fire broke out of nowhere. Ashok knew that it is not an accidental fire immediately, as the fire surrounded the church completely, leaving no exit path. Sanjay’s earlier words on his life threat echoed on Ashok’s ears. Although he did not believe and took it seriously, he did however, took some precautions, courtesy of Rishank and his another best friend Mujeeb. One of that, was to install the Nanadium sand packs found only at the bottom of the Eureka Mountains. He ran towards the confession room and pulled the liver that Mujeeb had installed there recently.

~———~

Ashok was sipping his favorite blue milk prepared by Raji on his lawn when the Mayor’s Paragon Panther stopped in front of his house. The big man had trouble getting out of his own vehicle. His face did not look happy and he surely hasn’t slept last night. Lieutenant Vineeth and General Ashish were at the small gate, as if they’re guarding that small-arch-like-gate. Ashok offered a seat to the Mayor.

“Is it true that you are going to nominate yourself for this year’s Mayor Election?” The Mayor had no pleasantries to exchange.

“After you tried to kill almost all the people I care about? Yes” he was not interested in small-talk too.

“You do know this is just the beginning, right?”

“Oh I know this is the end of you” he pointed the two at the gate and “you too!”

With that, The Mayor stormed out of Ashok’s house with a puzzled Lieutenant Vineeth and General Ashish following him. At the same time, Raji’s voice came running from the garden.

“Ashok, come here, come fast… The caterpillar is almost a butterfly now!”

THE END.

~———~

PS:

1. This is a guest entry for the short story competition hosted by me at Cognizant Blogs! :)

2. The competition insists that the contestants use given topics/images to write the short story. The topics are: a. Caterpillar to Butterfly b. Blood stained sword c. [A fire breaks out in a 100 year-old place of religious worship, during a packed religious ceremony…] Images are:

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This story is written on all the topics and images given. I sincerely hope you get all of it [The third topic was a little tough to include in this story, some may feel like it was 'inserted' if you know what I mean] Leaving this “PS” aside, I have 2182 words in this story, well within the limit  [Limit was !<600 and="">2400]

3. Dedicating this story to a good friend of mine, Ashok and his newborn.

4. The italic words in the story is not a normal term. Although it can easily be related to the intended reference, I thought I should make an index. Here it is:

Reference	Meaning
Pandora	Name of the planet
Adamantium	A strong metal – like iron
credit	Money like $ or Rupee
Rheinmetall RMK30 or RRMK30	Ricoil-less rifle
Titanotheres, Thanator andViperwolves	Animal names, copied from Avatar movie
Stynx	A fictional river
Tachi	A sword
Argo	A vehicle much like the same name in Star Trek Movie
VAAC	VAAC – Valkyrie Airborne Assault Carrier, A Flight
blue milk	Just like our normal milk
church of Andromeda	a religious place
Book of Ymir	Bible kind of religious book
Ymir	God – like Jesus
Nanadium sand	a form of sand which controls the fire easily
Eureka Mountains	A fictional mountain
Paragon Panther	A vehicle name from the novel Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang

[Movie Review] ருத்ர தாண்டவம்

ஆயிரத்தி தொள்ளயிரத்தி எழுபத்தி எட்டில் வெளிவந்த தமிழ் திரைப்படம்: ருத்ர தாண்டவம். இத்திரைப்படத்தின் காட்சிகள் சில இருந்த ஒரு வீடியோ ஒன்று சில காலங்களுக்கு முன் வாட்சப்பில் வந்ததில் இருந்து படம் பார்க்க மனம் தவித்துக் கொண்டே இருந்தது. டாரண்ட் போன்ற தளங்களில் இத்திரைப்படம் கிடைப்பதில்லை. யூடியூபில் முழு திரைப்படமும் உள்ளது. அதில் இருந்து இறக்கியே நானும் பார்த்தேன். இனி திரைப்படம் பற்றி:

சிவபெருமானாய் வி.கே. ராமசாமி, கோவில் பூசாரியாய் நாகேஷ், கோவில் சிற்பங்களுக்கு வர்ணம் தீட்டும் கலைஞன் விஜயகுமார் என மற்றும் பலர் நடித்த இத்திரைப்படம், அந்த காலத்தில் பல சர்ச்சைகளை எழுப்பியிருக்கக் கூடும். அவ்வளவு நவீனத்துவம். அவ்வளவு நகைச்சுவை. அவ்வளவு தொலைநோக்குப் பார்வை. சில அரசியல் நையாண்டியும்! படத்தின் முதல் முப்பத்து மூன்று நிமிடங்கள், சாதாரண ஆயிரத்தி தொள்ளாயிரத்து எழுபத்தி எட்டு கதை. அதன் பிறகு, தன் குறை சொல்லி முறையிடும் பூசாரியின் கூக்குரலுக்கு ஓடி வரும் சிவபெருமான். அதன் பிறகு தான், படம் களை கட்டுகிறது! முழுவதும் சொன்னால் சுவாரஸ்யம் தீர்ந்துவிடும். எனவே, உங்களை போரடிக்காமல் படத்தைப் பார்க்கச் சொல்லி தூண்ட, சில டயலாக்ஸ்:

“யாரது, பரமசிவனா என் முன்னால நின்னு பேசுறது?”

“பின்ன என்ன பாபநாசம் சிவனா பேசுறது? பரமசிவம் தான் யா பேசுறேன்!”

“ஆஹா... நா பாக்குற இந்தக் காட்சி, உண்மையா இல்ல பிரம்மையா?”

“பிரம்மையும் இல்ல எருமையும் இல்ல! பரமசிவனே தான்!”

தன் ஏழ்மை நிலையைக் குறிப்பிடும் பூசாரியிடம்:

“எனக்கும் பொருளாதாரத்துக்கும் என்னய்யா சம்பந்தம்? உன் பொண்ணு கல்யாணத்துக்கு பணம் வேணும்னா அத எவனாச்சும் அறிஞ்சவன், தெரிஞ்சவன், இல்ல சிநேகிதன போய் கேளு. அத விட்டுகிட்டு என் கிட்ட வந்து அழுதா? நா என்ன கோவிலுக்கு பின்னால Bank-ஆ வச்சு நடத்துறேன்?”

கோவில் என்பது எதற்கு என்று கேட்கும் பூசாரியிடம் சொல்லும் பதில்: “இத பாரு பூசாரி, கோவில்-ங்கறது சொத்து கேட்டு சொகம் கேட்டு அழுவுறதுக்கு உண்டான எடம் இல்லையா. இந்தக் கெட்டுப் போன ஒலகத்துல, ஊருக்கு ஊரு ஒரு கோயிலக் கட்டி, அங்கங்க நாப்பதுக்கு நாப்பது சதுர அடிய கெடாம வச்சிருந்து, இந்த கெட்டுப் போன குப்பனெல்லாம் அங்க வந்து நின்னு, நாம ஏன் கெட்டோம், அடுத்தவன ஏன் கெடுத்தோம், இனிமே கெடாம இருக்குறதுக்கு என்ன வழி-னு சிந்திக்கிறதுக்கு தான்யா விட்டு வச்சாங்க.”

“அப்போ நாங்க சிந்திக்கலயா?”

“எங்கைய்யா சிந்திக்கிறீங்க? நீங்க கெடுறதுக்கும் அடுத்தவன கெடுக்குறதுக்கும் இங்க வந்து தான Plan-ஏ போடுறீங்க!”

இரண்டு மணி நேரம், பதினான்கு நிமிடம் ஓடும் இத்திரைப்படத்தின் ஒரு சின்ன சாம்பிள் தான் இது! படத்தில் பாட்டு, பைட்டு கூட உண்டு! :) படம் பார்த்தால் நிச்சயம் சிரிப்பீர்கள். தவற விடாமல் பார்க்கவும்!

[Short Story] The Next Three Days

I was tagged in the office blog to write a story based on the below image (Padam-paarthu-kadhai-sol). 

Here's my story:

The astrologer had told Sampath that the planets that revolve around his ‘sign’ are not doing any good for him. He had to be very careful or he’ll met with an accident – one that could even take his life. Sampath immediately went pale. The astrologer also told him that if he survives the next three days, with day three being the worst of all, he could survive this ‘Gandam’. Sampath felt relieved after that and had been very careful in each and every step that he made.

Day1:

Sampath was crossing a road and was very careful in watching both ways multiple time. He took three steps and suddenly an FZ appeared about a hundred feet from him on the right side. He felt as if it appeared just about 10 feet from him and froze. His ultra-motion reflexes told him to run forward, but he ignored that completely and ran back to the original place where he was standing. After what looked like an eternity, the FZ finally crossed him with the guy riding it giving him a weird look.

Day 2:

It was a national holiday and Sampath gets to stay home. He was never appreciative of an Independence Day, but this Independence Day meant a lot to him. He felt very safe inside his 2BHK apartment rather than crossing a dangerous road or a bike ride, which he used to love. Suddenly, there was a power cut and he felt irritated. The sun, which takes special care of Chennai, was taking additional special care now and he started to sweat. It was about 4 in the evening and Sampath was glad that the day is going very quickly. Just one more day and I’ll be out of this mess, he thought. After wiping down the sweat on his face and tasting the salty thingy, he decided to have a bath.

He stepped into the shower and turned into a stone until the water washed all the sweat and his fears. He stopped the shower and before he could get the towel, his eyes gazed upon the new bath tub. The image of Chon Wang and Roy O’Bannon having a bubble bath in the movie Shanghai Noon crossed his mind and a smile appeared on his face. He took a step towards the tub and the bad combination of soap foam, water and a wet foot on the tiles started moving his one leg without his permission or willingness. His brains immediately sent light speed commands to grab any nearest object and the reflexive hands desperately searched for a hold. Meanwhile his other foot, having to maintain a stronger balance, made the same mistake of stepping into the same bad combination and started travelling in the other direction. As he was on the way to pose a ‘karate-kid-Jaden-Smith-on-the-rail’, to his horror, the bath tub in front of him came much closer towards his face. The desperate reflexive hands, finally got a hold of the ends of the bath tub and both the legs obeyed his order and stopped moving. He felt the additional adrenaline pumping through his heart.

Day 3:

As soon as Sampath woke up on the third morning, he decided to take a leave. He felt so safe yesterday, baring the bath tub incident, he decided to feel the same today. He called in sick. Being superstitious, he decided to do exactly the same thing he did the previous day so nothing will happen to him today as well. He ordered pizza for lunch after skipping breakfast. He watched the same channels that he watched yesterday. As fate would have it, the power cut happened at the same time as the previous day. Sampath took that as a sign and decided to take a bath. He was so careful this time – watching each and every step.

As soon as he finished taking shower, he filled the tub and when he was just about to enter carefully inside the tub, his calling bell rang. The parrot-like calling bell sound, only much higher in decibels, made a terrible impact on him as he once again almost repeated the same incident, this time just enough alertness saving him from a slip. The adrenaline effect was back. With a long sigh, he took the floor-mat from the bathroom door and put it near the bath tub for a safe entry. He wrapped the towel around his waist and started walking towards the door. The sudden change in things worried his superstitious consciousness – things are changing and not happening as he planned. He peeped in through the hole and saw his neighbor’s son. He opened the door and Rahul barged in and ran towards the back of the house. Sampath knew why he was running – he’s in for the daily quota of his cigarette. Rahul stayed with his parents, so he could not smoke inside his house. He always used Sampath’s balcony for his one cigarette per day addiction and would spend some time with Sampath until the ‘smell’ wears off. He’s much earlier today, Sampath thought.

As Rahul sat on the railing and smoked his ten rupees Gold Flakes Kings, he felt relieved. He then, immediately felt the opposite of that reaction – an instant panic, as he saw his father walking out of the apartment building towards the main gate, casually passing a glance at Rahul’s side. As an instinctive reaction, Rahul stopped the smoke coming out of his mouth which caused him to start a violent cough, sending more smoke than he casually would have let it out and, drawing more attention towards him. He immediately started running towards the door, still coughing. In the hurriedness, he forgot that he still holds the cigarette in his hand. He realized that when he was halfway in Sampath’s 2BHK and saw the bathroom. Without much thought, he threw the cigarette inside and continued running as if he’s fleeing a crime scene. Sampath couldn’t even react until the front door slammed behind a maniacally running Rahul. Weird, he thought.

Sampath felt the cigarette smell inside his apartment as clear as a rotten egg smell in a college Chemistry laboratory. He gave a little thought about what would have caused Rahul to run like that. After a few seconds, he remembered that he didn’t care. He then had a dilemma – whether to dress up and finish watching ‘Real Steel’ for the umpteenth number of time in Star Movies or to continue entering the bath tub and slide into heaven. He choose the later as he remembered how he descended into heaven after he entered into the tub yesterday. His superstitious mind told him that the heaven still awaits – a similar incident before that tub entering yesterday, happened today too. Feeling good that things are back on track, he entered the bathroom, removed the towel and stepped into the floor-mat for a safe entry.


His superstitious consciousness didn’t know the one thing that changed from yesterday – the-still-burning-cigarette that Rahul thrown inside. Of all the places in the bathroom, it landed on the floor-mat and of all the places he could place his foot, he stepped his right foot directly on it and the instant fire-on-the-skin made him take it back. But, the left foot was unaware of this and had already started losing the balance, for the right foot should have gained it by now. This unbalance, sent him back, with his whole body weight running around his body to find a place. When his head hit the back wall, the body weight immediately shifted there, making the impact much harder and painful. Although his legs found the balance again after the impact, it was too late. Blood came rushing through the back of the skull and Sampath started losing his consciousness. The drowsy legs now, moved around the bathroom until it hit the side of the bath tub – the one which saved him the other day. The drowsiness had caused him take a hundred and eighty degree turn. His eyes were on the place of impact and he saw the blood spatter pattern and it looked like an art. By the time he was admiring the art, the impact on his leg made him bend back a little and the heartless gravity, constantly doing it’s work, pulled him inside the bath tub, back first. His desperate eyes, still observing the art until it automatically moved along with his head, from the wall to the window, where the sun was acting as an eyewitness to everything that happened inside the bathroom. The sad, colorless water, having found red in itself, jumped out of the tub in joy. He laid in the bloody bath tub, on the third day, his eyes wide open, his last vision – of the sunlight from his bathroom window.

நானும், அவளும்...

வெள்ளிக் கம்பிகளைப் போல வந்தாய்
என் கைகள், மார்பு, முகம் என
நீ வந்து விழுந்த இடங்கள் குண்டூசி குத்தியது போல்.
வலித்தாலும், சிரிக்கிறேன்!

சென்றமுறை நீ வந்தபோது
என்னைக் கொஞ்சம் தான் நனைத்தாயோ?
என்ன அவசரம் உனக்கு
இம்முறை முழுதாய் உன் பாசத்தைக் காட்டு!

என் காதுக்குள் ஒலித்துக்கொண்டிருக்கும் இசை
வாய் வழி ராகம் பாடும்போது என்றுமே சிறப்பாய் இருந்ததில்லை.
நீ என்னை நனைத்த பின் வந்த குளிரில்
பற்கள் கிடுகிடுத்தபடி, புதியதோர் கீதம் படைத்தது!

உன்னை வெறுக்கும் அந்த சிலர்
இசை ஞானம் இல்லாதவர்கள் போலும்!
கனியிருக்கக் காய் கவர்ந்தது போல்
மழையிருக்க அடை தேடுகிறார்கள்!

தேநீர் கடையில் தேங்கி நிற்கும் மக்களைப் பார்த்தால்
சிரிப்பு தான் வருகிறது!
மழையின் பொருட்டு அங்கே நின்று குடிக்கிறார்கள்.
முட்டாள்கள்! மழை நின்றபின் அல்லவா குடிக்கவேண்டும்!

மழையே உன்னை
நீ வா என்று மரியாதை இல்லாமல் அழைக்கவில்லை
அதென்ன நீ வா-க்குப் பின் போ இல்லை என்கிறாயா
இன்பத்தை எவனாவது போ என்பானா?


PS:
மழை அவளாய் இருக்கக் கூடாதா?

உறவு...

காதல் என்றேன்
இல்லை என்றாய்.
தோழன் என்றேன்
இல்லை என்றாய்.
சகோதரன் என்றேன்
இல்லை என்றாய்.
நான் யார் என்றேன்
தெரியவில்லை என்றாய்.

——-

காதல் என்றேன்
இல்லை என்றாய்.
தோழி என்றேன்
இல்லை என்றாய்.
சகோதரி என்றேன்
இல்லை என்றாய்.
நான் யார் என்றேன்
நான் தான் என்றாய்.

———

உறக்கம் என்றேன்
கனவு என்றாய்.
புத்தகம் என்றேன்
ஆசிரியர் என்றாய்.
மாலை என்றேன்
தேநீர் என்றாய்.
காதல் என்றேன்
வெட்கப்பட்டாய்.

———-

மாமா என்றாய்
அப்பா என்றேன்.
அத்தை என்றாய்
அம்மா என்றேன்.
மகள் என்றாய்
தாய் என்றேன்.
நான்? என்றாய்
மகன் என்றேன்.

~பாஜி.

ஒரு மாலை…

அழுதது.
வலித்தது.
பின் குளிர்ந்தது.
இறுதியாய் நகைத்தது.

கீழ்வானம் சிவக்கையில், மேகம் – அழுதது.

என் மார்பின் மேல் வந்து விழுந்த
அந்தப் பெரிய மழைத்துளி பட்டதும் – வலித்தது.

அடுத்த கணமே, துளி வந்து விழுந்த இடம் – குளிர்ந்தது.

அலுவலக அலுப்பில் கடுகடுவென்றிருந்த
அந்த வாய் – நகைத்தது.

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PS:

இது என் முதல் கவிதை முயற்சி. 

[Coming Soon] {Story} The Future

Some of you might be wondering what happened to this guy? (probably none, but I’d like to have my hopes up) It’s been over a month since he last blogged (bragged?). Has he started watching another one of those god awful series and going to come back and make a scene about it? Well, no. I’d been writing a story and just as I always do, I drift apart. So, this time I’m spending some more time, being patient in bringing you ‘The Future’ a little bit of a long story. It’s a science fiction and the title would just tell you more on what you are to expect. Just to make things interesting, the below is (kind of a trailer) in part of, possibly coming 3 parts of, ‘The Future’. Enter the Future!

—– 00000 —–

“You are saying that you are from, what 2014?”

“Yes”

“How do I believe you?”

“Well for starters, I don’t know where I am. Then, well in my time water was actually given to all the guests as soon as they come home. I don’t know what a GID is; I don’t know why you have a fifty foot door and a hundred feet wall in your home.”

“Not convinced”

“OK, are you good with history?”

“I think I am. If not, I can always Google.”

“Oh yeah, there’s that. So I can tell you some information about my past which would be ‘way past’ for you. Deal?”

“Deal”

“Before that, tell me where I am”

“You are in the Marathi state of the republic India”

“That’s a relief. (there are some spoilers here, so I’m taking it off). Oh by the way, back then it was called ‘Maharashtra’ and just ‘India’.”

“I know my history. Our state was called as Maharashtra before the language revolution.”

“Language revolution? Ok, I’ll ask what that is later. So, history then. Where do I start? Well, when I was about to leave, I saw the 2014 election results in India and one mister ‘Narender Modi’ won the election and became the prime minister of India”

—– 00000 —–

How do you like it?