Driving alone with Anne




Yesterday began with an exceptionally good mood, non-crying kids, easy cooking and a silent house before 8.30AM to relish my cool glass of tender coconut watching the morning traffic from my window.

The situation changed at around 8.45 when my DH asked me a favor (ஆர்டர் போட்டா அடி விழுமே!)

He wanted me to drive to the nearast mall and buy his favorite fish for dinner.

Buying fish.. ok. Driving? I am almost like a fish out of water when I am without a driver.

This was preposterous. How a little (?) girl like me is supposed to drive a SUV alone in those huge noodles of roads?

But do I have a choice? I am a very obedient girl you see..So I started.

Here you should know onething. I had my driving license at the age of 21 for which I didn’t put ‘8’ even on a piece of paper, let alone on a road (me doing a driving test would only have put several innocent lives in the ICU at that point of time, so it was a kind of a social service in the R.T.O’s point of view-எதோ நம்மால முடிஞ்ச பொது சேவை.).

I did learn driving mind you, but let us not get into that now. I think I drive ‘kind of ok’, but I have this little starting trouble (even now, I don’t understand how people start the car smoothly without making it come alive and hop along for a few seconds like a frog. Coz that’s the way I start the car…fun isn’t it?) and a little of break(ing) problem and the fear factor that clutches the inside of my throat if I see another vehicle anywhere closer to me and my hands start trembling and I am driven into a state of selective amnesia about which is break and which is accelerator and then ofcourse there is this gear problem.

With all these problems I decided driving was not my thing. (ஒரு சின்னப் பொண்ணு வாழ்க்கைல எத்தனை ப்ராப்ளம் தான் ஃபேஸ் பண்ணுவா?)

Then we moved here and bought a SUV. Luckily it was a fully automatic car.

My DH was trying his level best to make me his driver. After a long time, I decided that it was time again to test the waters (And the malaysian publics’ patience).

A little confidence from my side and a lot more courage from my family, I finally started to drive (with my hubbie by the side). My driving episodes are a separate topic, let us not dwelve into that right now.

So, this day I had to take the car alone. I was all prepared and my DH called me from office thrice before starting the engine, just to make sure that I remembered everything. I was so cool to him and was like “Come on.. it is just a three minutes drive and I have gone there like hundred times. Duh??” (ஒரு தடவையாவது முழிச்சிருந்தா தானே வழி தெரியும்)

All is well from the outside, but inside??(நமக்கு பேஸ்மண்ட் தான் வீக், ஆனா பில்டிங் சும்மா கில்லி மாதிரி)

I started the car, praying that the owner of the car next to mine had a heavy insurance plan. It was an Eclass Benz.

I came out of the parking and the security guy (Seeing me in the driver’s seat) as usual ran to a safe distance. I gave him a triumphant smile and stored away the priceless expression on his face in the back of my mind. He had just noticed that I am driving alone..

I drove to the mall (which is almost a straight road) quite efficiently with a smile on my face (who cares about the frowns on the drivers faces,who happened to have done the mistake of coming beside/around me).

Parking was no big deal since the whole lot was empty. No one to see my almost diagonal parking in a parallel parking lane(apologies to Bhagyachinu for stealing the line, but come on!!! this I did literally)

I went to carrefour and was out of it in half an hour. Now it is the return journey that I was scared about.

You see this mall is sitting in the middle of a huge network of spahetti style roads, most of which are hidden underneath or flying up above or jutting out magically from nowhere.

So mustering up all the courage I started the engine and revved up out of the parking lot exit. I was too far from the automated ticket(exit) booth that I had to get out of the car and run to the machine.

Wait! did I remember to put the car in neutral..I turned around.

Damn where is the car?

Fortunately It was only slowly going in front, since it was a ramp going up ahead. It looked like the car was sneaking away from me. (அவ்ளோ சீக்கிரம் என் கிட்டயிருந்து எஸ்ஸாயிரலாம்னு நெனச்சியா?). I ran from the machine to the car, by which time the machine spat back my card, rejecting it.

I put the gear in neutral and the hand break and came back to the machine. I gave a smack on it’s head and now it ate the card obediently (just like my kids)and rose the barrier gate . I ran hastily to the car, fearing that the gate might fall down before I go out.

Somehow, we came out of the parking lot in two whole pieces (me and my car).

My dear Anne- the sexy GPS voice (people who read my ‘me and microsoft Sam’ post would know my tolerance level with automated voices) took her own time to start up and guide me home, by which time I had already come around the mall once. And then it started…

Anne said- In 200 mtrs turn left….I turned…

Recalucating…recalculating..

Dammit…ok..big deal...let us take another round.

Next round…the same location…In 200 mtrs turn left…where the hell is the left?? But I was too late, I had already taken the wrong road and Anne was sincerely recalculating.

Next round..same location…even in a distance, I was seaching for that damn left.

In 200 mtrs turn left…What?? Do you want me to drive right into that freaking glass door?

Recalculating..recalculating…

Fifth round, I didn’t want to take the same route, so I took a left that came before that particular left, thinking that I might end up in a parallel road( how many parallel roads could there be in the middle of one mall? – பெருமாளே.. நீ தான் காப்பாத்தனும்)

That left took me into three more twists and turns and left me right in front of the same ‘first’ left. Anne was just waiting for the opportunity and she jumped in. In 200 mtrs turn left..

What????? (மறுபடியும் மொதல்ல இருந்தா??)

Sixth round…(மங்காத்தா தல ரேஞ்சுக்கு போயாச்சு) eyes straight ahead and focus on the road, I took the right when Anne asked me to go left. Anne became frantic…She started recalculating again and again…who cares I drove straight ahead in the road that lead to my husband’s office.

I wanted to drive up to his face and ask “Look where you brought me” (எப்படி இருந்த நா..இப்படி ஆயிட்டேன்).

The roads were twisting and turning in all directions like we all were practising for some race track. Then came a cross section with so many ramps and turns.

A tired Anne asked me to take the left ramp. I took….

She teased me in her expressionless voice. Recalculating..recalculating..

“What the....I took the left, you idiot!”..apparently it was not the ‘right’ left. Here I go for another three kms at the end of which came tollplaza..

A Toll plaza???

What?? Where am I going? out of KL? Ipoh.? It sure said so..the signboards cried several names half of which I haven’t even heard of. (அய்யோ..மாமா..உன்னவிட்டு எங்கயோ போறேனே).

The toll.. I had gone into the card section without realising that I didn’t have the touch’n’go card. After ‘cajoling’ the driver behind me to getback to a safe distance, I took a pensive reverse and joined the cash only line. By this time I had already become a point of attraction (விடுங்க பாஸ்..இவங்க எப்பவுமே இப்படித்தான்)

Another twist and turn and it asked me to turn right. I saw the sign board ahead.

“What in the name of god? I understand left arrow..right arrow.. even arrow pointing up and arrow pointing down.(it took me years to understand that ‘up’ meant go straight, till then I was thinking like ‘how are we supposed to go up and under the earth?’) But what I saw here was a flower arrow with roads leading out of every one of four petals.

“Why would someone sit and design something like this, is totally beyond me”.(ஏன்..ஏன் இந்த கொல வெறி?)

Unsure of myself, using all my brains I calculated and took a road.

I knew Anne would pitch in. She sure did. … ‘recalculating..recalculating..’(கிழிஞ்சுது போ..விட்டா இப்டியே இந்தியாவுக்கே போயிருவேன் போலிருக்கே. ச்சீ..மொதல்ல வீட்டுக்குப் போற வழியப்பாரு)

And then finally a road took me to a place which I identified as my favorite shopping mall. I seriously wanted to get down of the car and kiss the road instead I kissed Anne.(read-the GPS machine)

I was laughing hysterically that the driver beside me got scared and inched away from me.

Atlast I reached home and parked the car(yes..yes..only after going front and back for ten times, to squeeze right into our lot) safe and sound.

Did that Benz just inch away to a corner, all by itself??

It was just an incident. But it was something strong. An incident that changed my attitude towards something. From fear to fun.

I learned that it is not worth fearing something, when there is all the probability of the samething turning out to be just fun.

It all depends on the attitude right?? and of course the company. (I just can imagine Anne gritting her teeth right now..tee..hee)

So, for a mere three minutre journey I had spent one whole hour and 2RM toll. I went to buy salmon and ended up buying a great experience, a better understanding with my dear Anne and a handful of swearings from faceless friends and I was happy that the list didn’t end with a ticket.

And oh!..I didn’t kill anyone..Isn’t that a great news? (Well It was, for my husband)

But you know what the best part was?

I actually didn’t buy the onething I had gone to buy – The salmon.

By now you would have guessed what or who went in the grrr…ill lastnight.
(எது நடந்ததோ அது நன்றாகவே நடந்தது)

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எல்லாம் முடிஞ்சிருச்சாம்..

அப்படித்தான் பெரியத்தை சித்திகிட்ட சொன்னாங்க.

எது எல்லாம் முடிஞ்சிருச்சுன்னு எனக்குப் புரியலை. காலையில் கணக்கு வகுப்பு நடக்கும் போது பாதியிலேயே பள்ளிக் கூடத்திலிருந்து கூட்டிக்கிட்டு வந்துட்டாங்க.

என்னா விசியமின்னு கேட்டா யாரும் பதில் சொல்லலை. அம்மாவைக் காணலை. எதுவும் பேசாமே அப்பா தான் கூட்டிக்கிட்டுப் போனார். எப்போதும் போல வண்டியில் ஏறினதும் நா தூங்கிட்டேன். வண்டி நின்னதும் தான் தெரிஞ்சது நாங்க அம்மாச்சி(அம்மாவின் அம்மா) தாத்தா வீட்டுக்கு வந்தது.

அம்மாச்சி வீட்டு வாசலில் இருந்து அந்த தெரு முக்கு வரையிலும் கொட்டகை போட்டு லைட் கட்டியிருந்தது. வருஷம் ஒரு தடவை மாரியம்மன் கோவில் திருவிழா அப்ப தான் இந்த மாதிரி கொட்டகை போடுவாங்க. நாங்கல்லாம் வெயில் தெரியாம ஜாலியா வெளாடுவோம்.

இப்ப என்ன திருவிழான்னு தெரியலையே? ஆனா ஏதோ விசியமிருக்கு. பெரியவங்க எப்போதும் என்னப்போல சின்னப் புள்ளைங்க கிட்ட எதுவும் சொல்ல மாட்டாங்க. வழக்கம் போல நானாத்தான் கண்டுபிடிக்கணும் போலிருக்குன்னு நெனச்சுக்கிட்டே நடந்தேன்.

வாசல மறச்சு ஆளுங்க உக்காந்திருந்தாங்க.

நிறைய்ய பேர்.

நா விறு விறுனு உள்ள போனேன். நடுவீட்ல தாத்தா மர நாற்காலில உக்காந்திருந்தார். அவரைச் சுத்தி எல்லாரும் உக்காந்து ஊ..ஊன்னு அழுதிட்டிருந்தாங்க.

தாத்தா சிரிச்சுட்டுன்னா இருக்கார்? இவங்க ஏன் அழறாங்க? எனக்குப்புரியல. கேட்டா நீ சின்னப்பொண்ணுன்னு திட்டுவாங்க. ஆனா தாத்தா முகத்தில தான் புதுசா வாய்க்கு கீழ வெள்ளத்துணியைத் தூளிமாதிரி கட்டி வச்சிருந்தாங்க. பார்க்க சிரிப்பாய் இருந்துச்சு. அதுக்குத் தான் தாத்தா கூட சிரிக்கிறாரோ?

அது சரி, எதுக்கு தாத்தா ஒரு ரூபா காசைப் போய் நெத்தியில் ஒட்டி வச்சிருக்கார்?

”போய்யா..ஒத்த ரூவாய்க்கு லாயக்கில்ல” என்று அம்மாச்சி அடிக்கடி தாத்தாவை வைய்யுமே. இதோ பார் என்கிட்ட ஒரு ரூபாய்னு காட்டத்தான் ஒட்டி வச்சிருக்காரோ?

இப்ப தாத்தாகிட்ட ஒத்த ரூபா இருக்கே, அதனால தான் அம்மாச்சி அழுவுதா?
அம்மாச்சி மட்டுமா? எல்லாரும் அழறாங்க. இதுக்குப் போயா எல்லாரும் அழுவுறாங்க?

இந்த பெரியவங்களே இப்டித்தான் எதெதுக்கு அழுவுறதுன்னே தெரியாது. நா(ன்) தாத்தா பக்கம் போகலை. ஆனா அத்தை என்னைப் பிடிச்சு தள்ளிவிட்டுட்டாங்க. நா பொத்துனு அம்மாச்சி மடியில போய் விழுந்தேன்.

“அய்யய்ய்யோ..என் தங்கமே” அம்மாச்சி கத்தவும் எனக்கு பயம் வந்துருச்சு. எழுந்து குடுகுடுன்னு ஓடிப்போய் பெரியத்தை பின்னாடி ஒளிஞ்சுகிட்டேன்.

ரொம்ப ரொம்ப பயமா இருந்துச்சு. ஏன் இப்டி பண்றாங்கன்னு கோவம் கோவமா வந்துச்சு.

அங்கிருக்கப்பிடிக்காம பக்கத்து ரூம் போனேன். அங்க அம்மா, பெரியம்மா எல்லாரும் மயங்கிப்போய் கிடந்தாங்க.

பெரியக்கா அம்மாவுக்கு நீர் மோர் குடுத்து கிட்டிருந்துச்சு. “அம்மா..அம்மா”

“சின்ன குட்டி அப்புறமா வா. அம்மா அசதியா தூங்கறா”ன்னு சொன்ன சின்னப்பாட்டி, என்னை அம்மா பக்கத்தில் போக விடலை.

“போ பாட்டி”ன்னு சொல்லி பாட்டிக்கு ’கா’ விட்டுட்டு அடுத்த ரூமுக்கு ஓடினேன்.
அங்கே சின்னக்கா கண்ணெல்லாம் வீங்கிப்போய் உக்காந்து இருந்துச்சு. அக்கா என்னையே பாத்துச்சு ( நா அழுவறனா இல்லையான்னு பாக்குதோ?)

அங்கிருந்து ஜன்னல் வழியா வெளி வாசல் நல்லாத்தெரியும். எட்டிப்பார்த்தேன். வாசல் பக்கமா ஓலை வச்சி பாய் பின்னிக்கிட்டிருந்தாங்க. நா ஜன்னலுக்குப் பின்னாடி கை விட்டு ஓலை கிளுகிளுப்பையை எடுத்தேன்.

இத தாத்தா தான் செஞ்சு தந்தார். இந்த மாதிரி இன்னும் நிறைய செய்வார். ஆனா தாத்தா இது போல ஓலைல பாய் பின்னி நா பாத்ததில்லை.

அந்த புது ஓலைப்பாய்க்கு பக்கமே ஒரு மோட்டர் வண்டி மேல நெறய நெறய சாமந்தி, ரோசா எல்லாம் கொட்டி அழகா பல்லாக்கு செஞ்சிகிட்டிருந்தாங்க. பார்க்க ரொம்ப அழகா இருந்தது. ”அது என்னக்கா?” சின்னக்கா கிட்ட ஓடி வந்து கேட்டேன்.

“ம்ம்.. வந்து அதுல தான் தாத்தா போகப்போறாராம்”

“தாத்தாவா?” என்னால நம்ப முடியல. தெனைக்கும்(தினமும்) ஒரு பழைய சைக்கிளில் தான் தாத்தா மில்லுக்கு போவாரு. இப்பத்தான் மொத தடவை இவ்வளவு பெரிய வண்டியில போகப்போறாரு.

அதான் அப்படி சிரிச்சுகிட்டே இருக்கார் போல. ஆனா அது மிச்ச யாருக்கும் தெரியலயே? ஒரு வேள அவரு மட்டும் போறாரோ? இவங்களை எல்லாம் கூட்டிட்டு போகலைன்னு தான் அழுவுறாங்களோ? அதான் இவ்வளவு பெரிய வண்டியா இருக்கே. இந்த தாத்தா அம்மாச்சியையும் கூட்டிட்டு போலாம்ல? தாத்தா எப்பவுமே இப்டித்தான்.

வேடிக்கையா எதாவது செஞ்சு அம்மாச்சியை கோவப்படுத்திட்டு என்னிய பாத்து கண்ணடிச்சு சிரிப்பார். இப்பமும் அப்படித்தான் செய்யிறாரோ? ஓடிப்போய் தாத்தாவைப்பாத்தேன்.

ம்ஹ்ம்.. கண்ணு மூடில்ல இருக்கு?

திடீர்னு ஓ..ன்னு சத்தம்.

மெட்ராஸிலிருந்து மாமா வந்தாச்சாம்.

“அய்யோ..அப்பா..அப்பா..என்ன விட்டுப் போறியாப்பா??” மாமா மாரிலடிச்சுக்கிட்டு ஓடி வந்து அழுதார்.
மாமாவுக்குமா பல்லக்கு வண்டியில் போக ஆசை?

ச்ச..இந்த தாத்தா இப்பத் தானே மொத தடவை போறார். போகட்டும் நாம பின்னாடி போய்க்கிடலாம்னு யாருக்காவது தோணுதா பாரு? சொன்னா நீ சின்னப் பொண்ணு உனக்கு ஒண்ணும் தெரியாதுன்னு சொல்வாங்க. ம்ம்..

நா மறுபடியும் ஓடிப்போய் ஜன்னல்கிட்ட நின்னுகிட்டேன்.எப்பவும் வராத அப்பாவே இன்னிக்கு வந்திருக்கார், அதுக்காவது இந்த அம்மாச்சி அழாம சிரிக்கலாம்ல? அப்பா வாசலில் இருந்த சிமெண்ட் பெஞ்சில் தான் உக்காந்திருந்தார்.

அந்த பெஞ்சுக்கு கால் ஒடஞ்சு போய், போன காப்பரீட்சை லீவுக்கு வந்தபோது தான் அம்மாச்சியும் தாத்தாவுமாச் சேர்ந்து கல்லு முண்டக்குடுத்து ஒக்கிட்டாங்க(பழுது பார்த்தார்கள்).

அப்பாவைச் சுத்தி நிறைய பேர். எல்லாரும் தாத்தாவோட மில்லுல வேலை பாக்கறவங்களாம்.

ஓ..தாத்தா எப்டி புது பல்லக்கு வண்டில போறாருன்னு பாக்க வந்திருக்காங்க போலிருக்கு.

வர வர சத்தம் அதிகமா ஆகுது. புதுசு புதுசா ஆள் வந்து தெரு முக்கிலிருந்தே அழுதுகிட்டு ஓடி வந்து விழறாங்க.

வீடே அழுவுது.

ஃபேன் கூட அது ஒப்புக்கு க்ரீன்..க்ரீன்னு சத்தம் போட்டு அழுவுது.

என்ன ஆச்சு எல்லாருக்கும்? ஏன் இப்டி சின்னப்புள்ளத் தனமா இருக்காங்க?

அழுதுகிட்டே வெளில வந்த மாமா காதில் அப்பா என்னவோ சொல்லவும் மாமா வாயை துண்டால பொத்திட்டு குலுங்கி குலுங்கி அழுதாரு.

அவர் தலையைச் சுத்தி ஒரு செவப்பு பாப்பாத்தி(வண்ணத்துப்பூச்சி) சுத்துச்சு..

பாப்பாத்தி…

அப்பல்லாம் ரெண்டாப்பு புள்ளைகளுக்கு சனிக்கெழமை வந்தாலே ஜாலி தான்.
நாள் முழுக்க வெளாடிட்டே இருப்போம்.

நா, எதித்த வீட்டு கீதா, டீச்சரக்கா மக பூங்குழலி, பக்கத்து சந்து பழனி எல்லாருமா எங்க வீட்டுக்கு எதித்தாப்ல நாடு பிரிச்சு ஆடிட்டிருந்தோம். பழனி தான் ரூல்ஸ் எல்லாம் சொல்லுவான்.

அவனுக்கு நிறைய வெளாட்டு(விளையாட்டு) தெரியும். ஈரோட்ல தெனம் ஒரு வெளாட்டு வெளாடுவாங்களாம். புதுசு புதுசா சொல்லிக் கொடுப்பான்.

”கோடு போட்டு நாடு பிடிக்கட்டா?” கண்ணைப் பொத்திக்கிட்டு நா கேட்டேன்.

“பிடிச்சுக்கோ..பிடிச்சுக்கோ”ன்னு கத்தினாங்க.
கையிலிருந்த சில்லாக்கை(உடைத்த தேங்காய் மூடியின் சில்) திரும்பாம நின்னு பின் பக்கமா தூக்கி எரிஞ்சேன். திரும்பி பாத்தேன்.

சில்லாக்கா ரொம்ப தூரத்துல கெடந்துச்சு. நா என் நாட்டுல இருந்து கால் பரப்பி நின்னு குச்சி வச்சு அந்த சில்லாக்கா இருந்த இடம் வரை கோடு கிழிச்சுட்டா அது அவ்வளவும் என் நாடு. எவ்வளவு முடியுமோ அவ்வளவு எடுத்துக்கலாம்.

ஆனா சில்லாக்கா வேறொருத்தர் நாட்டுல விழுந்துட்டா அவங்க எடத்திலிருந்து என் நாட்டுல கோடு கிழிச்சு எவ்வளவு முடியுமோ அவ்வளவு எடுத்துக்கலாம்.

நா சரியா கால் வச்சு ரொம்ப தூரம் கோடு கிழிச்சு பெரிய நாடு வாங்கிக்கிட்டேன். நாடு கெடச்ச சந்தோஷத்தில கை நீட்டி பாவாடை ராட்டினம் சுத்தினேன்.

பட்டுனு கைல பட்டுது என்னவோ. நின்னு பாத்தேன். பக்கத்து எருக்கலஞ்செடில இருந்த நெச்சத்திர(நட்சத்திர) பாப்பாத்தி கீழ கெடந்துச்சு.

நெச்சத்திர பாப்பாத்தின்னா எல்லாருக்கும் தெரியும். பெரிசா கருப்பு கலர்ல பெரிய பெரிய செவப்பு, வெள்ளை நெச்சத்திரம் போட்டிருக்கும்,பாக்க ரொம்ப அழகா இருக்கும். இருக்கறதுலயே பெரிய பாப்பாத்தி இந்த நெச்சத்திர பாப்பாத்தி தான்.

“போச்சு.. போச்சு.. பாப்பாத்திய கொன்னுப்பிட்ட” பழனி கோவத்துல கத்துறான்.

நா குனிஞ்சு பாப்பாத்திய எடுக்குறேன்.அது ஒரு பக்கம் லொடக்.லொடக்னு அடுச்சுக்குது.

“அய்ய்யோ..பாவம்டி அது ஒரு கைய ஒடச்சுப்பிட்ட” கைய ஒதறி ஒதறி அழுதா பூங்குழலி.

பாப்பாத்திய எடுத்துக்கிட்டு நா ஓட்டமா ஓடினேன் வீட்டுக்குள்ள. சமயக்கட்டுல அம்மா எண்ணைக் கத்திரிக்கா குழம்பு வெச்சிட்டிருந்தாங்க. “என்னடி இப்டி மூச்சு வாங்க ஓடியாற? என்ன ஆச்சு?”

“அம்மா அம்மா வெளாடும் போது தெரியாம நெச்சத்திர பாப்பாத்திய அடிச்சுட்டேம்மா. அதோட கை ஒண்ணு ஒடஞ்சுருச்சும்மா. பாரும்மா எப்படி துடிக்குது அதுனால இனி பறக்க முடியாதாம்மா?” முடிக்குமுன்னே ஓன்னு அழுதுட்டேன். அம்மா சேலை தலைப்பால என் கண்ணைத் தொடச்சுவிட்டு சொன்னாங்க.

“ஒண்ணும் ஆகுதுடி பாப்பாத்திக்கு.. அத வெளில விட்டுரு அதுக்கு சரியாப்போயிடும்”

“ம்ம்ஹ்ம்.. இதுனால பறக்க முடியாதில்ல? அப்பறம் கீதா விட்டு நாய் பிடிச்சுட்டா? வேணாம்மா பாப்பாத்தி கை சரியாகுந்தண்டி நம்ம வீட்டுலயே இருக்கட்டும்”

சொல்லிட்டு வடை பண்ண வச்சிருந்த வாழைப்பூவோட மட்டையைத் தூக்கிட்டு பெட்ரூம் ஓடினேன். அங்க கதவுக்கு பின்னால ட்ரெஸ் மாத்துற இடத்துல ஒரு சின்ன திண்டு இருக்கும். அது பக்கத்துல சப்பணம்போட்டு உக்காந்து பாவாடையை தூளியாட்டம் பிடிச்சுகிட்டு அதுல பாப்பாத்தியை படுக்கப்போட்டேன்.

வாழைப்பூ மட்டையை மடிச்சு மெத்தை மாதிரி செஞ்சு திண்டுல வச்சு அதுல பாப்பாத்தியை படுக்கப்போட்டுட்டு வெளில ஓடினேன்.

வாசல்ல இருந்த வேப்பமர நிழல்ல நெறய முறுக்குப்பூ பூக்கும். வெள்ளைக் கலர்ல சின்னதாய் இருக்கும்.

ஒண்ணு மேல் ஒண்ணு குத்தி முறுக்கு செஞ்சு வெளாடுவோம். அதில் நிறை தேன் இருக்குமாம். கலர் கலரா தினம் நிறைய பாப்பாத்தி வரும்.

முறுக்குப்பூ நிறைய பறிச்சுக்கிட்டு வந்து பாப்பாத்திகிட்ட போட்டுட்டு கதவுக்கு பின்னாடி நின்னு பாத்தேன்.

பாப்பாத்தி சாப்பிடல.

ரெண்டு நாளா தெனம் காலைல பள்ளிக்கூடம் போகுமுந்தி, மதியானம், சாயந்திரம் வந்ததுமான்னு அப்பப்ப முறுக்குப்பூவும் தண்ணியும் வைப்பேன்.

பாப்பாத்தி சாப்பிடல.

மூணா நாள் சாய்ந்திரம் பைக்கட்டோட ஓடியாந்து பாப்பாத்தியப் பாத்தேன். முறுக்குப்பூ அப்படியே இருந்துச்சு. பாப்பாத்தி அசையாமக் கிடந்துச்சு.

ஓடிப்போய் அம்மாவை கூட்டிட்டு வந்து காட்டினேன்.
அம்மா பாத்துட்டு சொன்னாங்க. “ம்ச்..பாப்பாத்தி செத்துப் போச்சுடி.. பாப்பாத்தியை சாமி கூப்பிட்டுக்கிட்டார்டி”


பூ…..ம். டிங்..டிங்..டிங்..

திடீர்னு எல்லாரும் ரொம்ப சத்தமா அழுதாங்க. பாப்பாத்தி கதை மறந்து வெளில ஓடி வந்து பாத்தேன்.

ஐ..தாத்தாவோட பல்லக்கு வண்டி கெளம்பிருச்சு. நா வேகமா டாட்டா காட்டினேன். அம்மா ஓடி வந்து என்னைக் கட்டிக்கிட்டு அழுதாங்க.

“அய்யோ..பாருடி..
உங்க தாத்தாவைப் பாருடி..
நம்ம விட்டுப் போறாரு பாருடி..
சாமி அவர கூப்டுகிட்டாருடி”

”நெச்சத்திர பாப்பாத்தி மாதிரியா??”

ரொம்ப நேரம் அழுதேன் அம்மா முந்தானையப் பிடிச்சுக்கிட்டு..

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I am Very beautiful.. How about you??

**DISCLAIMER: Please read the whole blog post before making an opinion. This is a post to establish my stand in terms of beauty and not to hurt any one. If I did, I apologize for it.Thank you. **



We all know that, "Beauty is skin deep."

"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder."

"Beauty is..

Oh!  Stop it..Stop it Darling. Where are we going with this? 
Shut the philosophy book close and just be practical and straight for a second there Ok?

Now get up go out and ask someone, "who do you think is beautiful?"

“Aishwarya Rai Bachchan of course”(not your wife eh? Hmm..)

When you ask what is real beauty we do tend to think about so many wonderful things.

But with what we see and feel in everyday life, we know that in average- beauty means looking good.

When you mean beautiful, it means appeal. When you mean beautiful it means people feel a kind of warmth in them when seeing you.

Yes.. If not why huge cosmetic companies like DOVE make billions on beauty products?

Face it. 

Beauty IS looking good. (at least for average people like me)

Well now since we are clear with that, let us move on to the next part.

Are we beautiful?

Am I beautiful? (I certainly am). 

What makes one beautiful? What is the beauty quotient?

How does one become beautiful?

For this let us take some examples to assimilate in the process.

First example – my story.

Ok this is it. I have a very dark complexion, I mean really really black..like badly roasted coffee beans.  It had been my problem since my childhood. 

I seriously thought that I was the ugly duckling of our house. When me and my sister walked in the road the road side Romeos would tease as ‘new moon and full moon walking together’. 

On top of that I was also on the plump side (let us blame it on the genes) and finally with huge eyes like those over sized zero watt bulbs. I used to stare hard in the mirror which always reflected back an ugly girl. (Yeah! poor mirror)

I am quite sure that it didn’t happen only to me but there were/are many others out there with the same problem. (The benevolent Gods for all the cosmetic companies)

Because of this when I was in my school I started writing depressing poems on me – now thinking back that was what started my writing in the first place. Good start eh? Then it became huge inflated inferiority complex. Oh boy..Not good.

Thankfully it didn’t stop there.

It took several years for me to understand one simple fact. 

 Being beautiful is an added luxury, but being happy and contented with what we have is the necessity.

And guess what? Being happy has nothing to do with looking beautiful.

I slowly tried to forget how I looked. I started involving myself in being happy. And that I derived from helping people and making people happy. I went out of my way to make people smile (not big philanthropic deeds mind you, just simple stuff like helping to move a chair or carry a bag) and that put a permanent smile on my face. 

I forgot how I looked, who cares to look at the mirror when you know you are going to see a big goofy smile in it.

 I told repeatedly to myself that Good or bad, I have been given a special place in this world and not the simple fact of my appearance is going to change that.

Ultimately I became positive minded. What followed that was a tremendous change.

I started to attract more people and thus made more friends. I started treating insults as mere statements and sometimes had the common sense to turn them into compliments.

Some relative would come and tell me” You are very dark. Use fair and lovely dear, otherwise it will be difficult for your parents to get a bridegroom for you.”

 I would say”Lord Krishna gave yards and yards of saree for paanjali. If he needed he could have made loads and loads of fair and lovely (herbal only) tubes  appear to make him fair. But he didn’t. Did he?

He remained dark and see he had hundreds of gopikas ready in line for him”(You have to understand one thing here, I am not trying to advocate against using fairness creams but really does it end there?)


For those who would tease me as ‘Blacky’ I would say “no problem honey. Now I am black because of melanin excess. But later on when we get old, my skin would be taut and perfect my dears and yours will look like saggy baggy (myth or not I still have an excuse- fair people no offense- peace). 

I will then come and laugh at you like the guy in Simpson series (haahaa……..haahaa………haahaa).”

No matter what you are - black or white, thick or thin, ugly or beautiful, life goes on.

Life is as you take it and as you make it. 

One of my friends was very lean that she really looked like a walking stick. Poor girl they also called her so and all sorts of other names.

But guess what? After marriage and kids she now has the perfect figure and looks stunning and those who teased her as walking stick now look like rolling barrels.

Isn’t life funny?

There was this other girl who had her face packed with pimples. She used to feel so bad that guys used to call her 'simply pimply'. 

I told her that she was the moon. She looked back at me and I said ”yes. If you look closer at moon it is one pimply surface. But look at it in the night from the earth.

With its beautiful smile of moonlight it had made its place in world’s literature as the celestial beauty. Many people are like that my dear. By looks they are the moon in the sky. 

When you look close then you will see the real surface. But you are the moon in the sky by heart.” She smiled at that and I felt like I was just watching the full moon.

There was this other guy who had stuttering problems. 

A very light one though but he was very intimidated by his friends and so he never spoke up much. I felt that to be such a stupid thing to do. He was an ‘ok’ looking guy but he had this electrifying smile. 

I told him one day “if you stuttered while you speak, just stop speaking instantly and smile instead. Try this method and tell me the result.”

He came back beaming in few days. “You were right. They don’t mind my stuttering anymore not even the girls. What treatment is this?”

“You have a stunning smile, you idiot. When you smile they forget your stuttering” I told him.

After all these years of research in the field – (oh please don’t call me aunty) I finally found the answer.

The best medicine to cure the ugliness and to be beautiful till your last breath, in fact it is an instant cure.

 It is all in the smile people… 
 It is all in the attitude.

My attitude and my smile made my ‘bulb eyes’ into the ‘eyes that sparkled when smiling’. The Blacky had turned into a black beauty.

It is all in the smile which lights up your face and lights up the hearts of those who watch.

You don’t have to have a stunning personality or spend ten hours in the salon. You don’t have to spend thousands in cosmetics nor do you have to spend in surgeries.

All takes is one little stretch of your lips, an inch or so to say.

All it takes is a smile of love.

When you smile you flux your muscles but relax your heart. When you smile you don’t just light up your face but also those who watch you.

When you smile it is a beautiful blossom of a flower, when you laugh it is the wonderful waterfalls, 
when you look happy and say hello to someone it is their perfect sunshine for the day.

However deformed your face or distorted your look is - Smile will definitely make you look beautiful.

 Like Kahlil Gibran says, "Beauty is not in the face, beauty is the light of the heart." 

 So let us shine that light on all dark places and make the world and our lives bright.

We have to accept one thing.
All kids are beautiful in general, they are the symbol of real beauty. Whether it is a perfect blue eyed white kid of royalty or a dirty black kid from the slums with running nose or any other kind for that matter. They are beautiful. 

Have you ever wondered why? 

They smile straight from their hearts. They speak with their eyes. That is why.

You don’t have to look beautiful to be beautiful.

Remember,

Being beautiful has nothing to do with being happy.

But being happy will certainly make you beautiful.

Also..

Beautiful people are not always wonderful

But wonderful people are always beautiful.

So smile…

The smile from the deepest of your heart is the most beautiful thing in the world. That which tells you that you are the most beautiful person in the whole world..

So smile and make yourself beautiful..



Be happy and be beautiful…


P.S: After writing this I went straight to my Darling Husband with that broad smile pasted in my face.

Oh damn,.what happened? He just fainted. 
Tell me guys do you think he fainted because I looked pretty awesome in that smile? Or else???
Well lets be positive..shall we?? *wink*

(written for the DOVE - what is Real Beauty contest by indiblogger)

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வாராறு வாராறு அழகரய்யா வாராறு..

வாராறு வாராறு அழகரய்யா வாராறு..
காடு மேடு கடந்து மதுரை சீமைக்குத்தேன் வாராறு


பல்லாக்கு மீனாட்சியைப் பாக்கத்தானே வாராறு
தங்கச்சி கல்யாணத்தைக் காங்கத்தானே வாராறு


கள்ளரோடு கலகலத்து கள்ளழகர் வாராறு
கஷ்டங்கவலை துக்கங்குறை துரத்தியடிக்க வாராறு


வைகையாத்தில் கால் பதிச்சு வளம் பெருக்க வாராறு
சித்திரை மாசத்தில் வீதியெங்கும் சிரிச்சிக்கிட்டே வாராறு


தங்கக் குதிரையிலே தகதகன்னு வாராறு
பச்சையுடுத்திக்கிட்டு பளபளன்னு வாராறு


சூடிக்கொடுத்த மாலை தாங்கி சப்பரமேறி வாராறு
வண்டியூரில் தவளையத்தான் தவசியாக்கி வாராறு


ஆயிரமாயிரம் மண்டகப்படி அளந்துகிட்டே வாராறு
ஆணழகன் சொக்கனப்பாத்து ஆசி கொடுக்க வாராறு


மதுரையே மஞ்சக்குளிச்சு மலர்ந்து கெடக்கு வாசம் பாரு
வீதியெல்லாம் மக்கள் வெள்ளம், பனங்கெழங்கு, கரும்பு சாறு


தண்ணிப்பீச்சு,ஓலை விசிறி, பந்தல்,சர்பத், பொங்கல் சோறு
கொழாய்கட்டி அழகர் பாட்டு, தண்ணிப்பீச்சுக்காரனுக்கு தலையக்காட்டு







விசிறி,கொடி,யானை,குடை,விளக்கு வீதியில் வருகையிலே
மனசு கெடந்து தவிக்குதடி அழகர் காணும் ஏக்கத்திலே


அதா வாராறு பாருங்கடி அந்தாமுகம் தெரியுது ஒசரத்திலே
கண் சுருக்கிப்பாத்தாக்க கை தெரியுது மாலைக்குள்ளே


ஆத்தாடி! எறங்கிப்பிட்டார் வைகையில் தான் பாருங்கடி
குதிரை கொஞ்சம் குலுங்கையிலே கூக்குரலைக் கேளுங்கடி






வைகை பெருகியோடுதடி மக்கசனம் கூட்டத்திலே
மனசெல்லாம் பொங்குதடி தங்கக்குதிரை போடும் ஆட்டத்திலே




எட்டு ஊரும் மயங்கிக்கிடக்கு மாயவனின் கட்டுக்குள்ளே
நம்ம உசுரெல்லாம் கெறங்கிக்கெடக்கு அவன் ஒத்த சுழி சிரிப்பிலே


தெருவெல்லாம் ஜொலிக்குதடி மா(சர்க்கரை)விளக்கு தீபத்திலே
காதில் தேன் பாயுதடி கோவிந்த நாம கோஷத்திலே




நல்லா இருங்கா மக்கா என்றவன் சொல்வது கேக்குது காதுக்குள்ளே
மீண்டும் அடுத்த வருஷம் வாரேனென்று கைகாட்டிப்போறான் ஊருக்குள்ளே


கண்ணத் தொறந்து பாத்துக்கிறேன் கையிலிருக்கும் போட்டோவிலே
அடுத்த வருஷமாவது அழகா உன்னைக் காணவேணும் நெசத்திலே








P.S:

இன்று சித்திரைத் திருவிழாவின் நாயகன் அழகர்மலையான் வைகையில் இறங்கி அருள் புரியும் நாள்.

14ஆம் தேதி பட்டாபிஷேகம் ஏற்று 16ஆம் தேதி திருக்கல்யாணம் கண்ட தங்கை மீனாட்சியைக்காண அழகர் லேட்டா வந்தாலும் லேட்டஸ்டா வரும் நாள் இந்த நாள்.

சொக்கன் அருளால் போலியாக வெள்ளிக்குதிரையில் அழகர்போல வீரராகவர் வீற்றிருக்க நடந்து முடிந்த கல்யாணத்தைப் பற்றிக்கேளிவியுற்று அழகர் அழகாய்க் கோபம் கொண்டு திரும்பும் அழகான காட்சியை நேரில் காண முடியாத என் போன்ற அன்பர்கள் திருத்தேர் உர்ச்சவம் வரை தினமலர் ஆன்லைனில் கண்டு ரசிக்கலாம்.

விரைவில் யூடியூபில் களைகட்டும் என்ற நம்பிக்கையில்...

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The Judgement Day

“Mommy..Mommy wake up. It will be late for school” Chitra was shouting at the top of her voice and was jumping on the bed in her red pajamas.
Kriya tried really hard to pry open her eyes. ‘God! it stings’ she thought. She turned towards the clock.

The clock blinked 7.13AM.


9.15 AM

Kriya was standing near the French window watching the morning crowd scurrying along for their daily routines.

From their fifth floor apartment she could distinctly see their ‘Oh I am so late. I will be damned’ faces somewhat vaguely. She smiled to herself and felt grateful for not being one among them. Thanks to her husband Mithun who always accepted all her decisions, She was a home maker from the beginning for the past seven years and she immensely enjoyed it.

“Jai ho….” A.R rahman announced her of an incoming call. Kriya looked at the calling number and smiled at once.

“Yep. Doomtard of India. Good morning how is doom life coming?”
Kriya teased her twin sister Maya.

“Kriya. Listen carefully. Call aththaan(bro-in-law) and tell him to meet you at the KL airport. Go to school pick up Chitra . All three of you take the next possible flight to India, to delhi. DO IT NOW…”

“whoah…whoah..easy there ..easy there... What has happened? ”

“Kriya, please heed my advice. Move now..”

“Care to tell me why?” Kriya settled down on the love seat carefully throwing her still wet hair behind the head rest.

“Idiot..It is happening. The D day has come.”

“What D day? U mean dooms day kind of D day. Oh! come on Maya. It is too stretchy even for you.”Kriya complained.

“Kriya. Listen. Yesterday at about 8.10 AM GST time strong solar flares were observed. To be specific 14 M flares Followed by 2 X type flares came out continuously from the sun. The last one was quite large, larger than the sun. And unfortunately the last two faced earth. We all hoped to god that it will go past earth without making much damage as it always is the case for most of the solar flares.

But this time around the earth’s magnetosphere was totally f***** up because of the already emitted CMEs and so it was very vulnerable. Result the first X flare just hit earth in all its glory.”

“ok..now in layman terms please..”

“S*** Kriya will you stop asking questions once in your life and listen to me.” Kriya could hear Maya crying on the other side. She was really shocked at her sister’s reaction. Maya was a definite Doomtard alright but she was so just for fun. She knew that her sister never really feared that a day would come for people to just pack up and run.

“Maya..But nothing such is coming up in TV or internet in news.”

“Kriya..Please.. It will not come. It was meant to be that way. But they all Know. NASA knows. ISRO knows. Those bloody Russians and Chinese NATO every bloody  government knows.They are trying to cover it up, in fact they have deleted all the images relating to that from the space weather websites to block it from the Public domain.

It is not just the flares.They are just indicators. They are getting serious because of something else..something big. It is coming our way and it is totally going to mess up our magnetosphere.

People will not know until it happens to them. The emergency broadcast will come only at the last minute and by that time there really is no use or not a chance to escape. I am telling you now.”

“When will it happen and what will happen if it is to happen?”

“It is happening already. It started a month ago slowly when the first set of strong flares started out from sun on February. It was noted that the normal solar sunspot cycle was getting weirder. But now it is confirmed that it is so because of the interference of the third object. something bigger than Jupiter is coming close to our Sun and to us."

"That Nibiru thing you said earlier? But that was Sumerian legend right?"

"Whatever that was, I don't care. we now see a f****** big ball right behind the sun and it really is getting seriously close. And there had been so much efforts put to make it look like nothing is happening. They are literally hiding that big giant with words of denial.People who are in the know are preparing themselves, just like us.
Look,the earth is like this soccer ball. The magnetic field is like the stitches on them. The more the pressure on the stitches it will weaken and it will gradually result in…"

“Stitches getting torn off?”

“Exactly! The magnetic field ruptures is just a prelude for a major pole shift. The symptoms are already too obvious if you looked closely. The mass sardine fish death in California, The fish death incident in Western Australia, the various earth quakes in Mexico, USA, continuous tremors in yellow stone area, earth quake of New Zealand and the very recent earthquakes of Japan and the one in china. All of these were due to the earth magnetic field getting affected by this new sun and so awakening the volcanoes and wobbling the tectonic plates.

And very soon it will become worse. All tectonic plates will start getting unstable, every volcano on earth in land and under water will erupt and tsunamis will occur. And all this will happen in less than a day's time. And the worst part is that bloody thing is still far off but it might get too close too soon. Believe me, I am pretty damn sure that  the last big X flare is the tipping point to trigger of the biggest catastrophe the human civilization has ever witnessed. All these are going to happen sometime in these few days as that bloody thing hit the earth. Not weeks my dear but days,could even be in hours. I don't know. ”

“And do you think we can save us from all that by coming over to India to Delhi?”

“Kriya. We have a safe place way over up on Ladakh for us. It is all settled. All you have to do is just fly up here. Please..”

“God.. Maya.. You are really getting paranoid”

“KRIYA..shut up and GET OUT OF THERE NOW. If you don’t believe me wait there. When you see two more earth quakes it is the last chance for you to move your a** off from there. The Indian plate is already in motion with Australian plate. It will push half of Australia into water and there will a major tsunami and not even your god can save Indonesia, Philippines and Malaysia where my darling sister is living. Do you get it you idiot?”

“Maya..I..” Maya had already ended the call.

Kriya was spellbound. What is she supposed to do now? Is she to believe her sister who though is a doomtard is a brilliant woman working in God knows where now(because she keeps switching job locations) and has spent most of her lifetime studying the sky.

How can she say this to her beloved husband who always makes the first laugh at all her sister’s conspiracy concepts. Confused in mind Kriya went about her works in half mind.

3.30 PM.

Chitra was watching cartoon and Kriya was browsing the net when she got a message form Maya. It just had a link of an Australian media website. Kriya clicked on it and was shocked.

The headlines said - Breaking news: An earthquake of 7.5M hit around New Zealand's alpine fault with epicenter  located in the ocean. Tsunami warnings have been issued for Australia and other parts.

She ran to the TV and changed it to news. All the news channels showed nothing but the Earthquake which was said to be the worst in the history to ever hit New Zealand . It showed of toppled buildings and people running in fear. Flash news said Tsunami of 75 mtrs approx height had just hit the west coast of Australia and... Kriya's mind was reeling She couldn't watch this anymore. Pictures of destrcution came in like flashcards in her mind. She switched off the TV and ran inside.

Kriya was literally trembling and her heart started to thump faster. Could this be true? Is this possible? Is this really the end of world?

5.30 PM

She was totally distracted. She was mixing batter for chappatis when her phone buzzed of a message. She checked the message and saw that it was another one containing a link.

With shaking hands she clicked the link which took her to a Chinese or Korean website. She couldn’t read anything but the big bold letters of 8.4M at 5.15 pm was crystal clear. A vivid picture of toppling buildings and the ground totally broken into two halfs like a biscuit followed it. Kriya ran to Mithun who was reading malay mail.

She explained everything in brief and started to cry. Mithun sat there silently for some time. Kriya knew Mithun would never believe in stuff like this. She was so devastated especially because even she didn’t know what she really had to believe anymore.

Mithun silently rose from the seat and took out documents suitcase from above and retrieved their passports.

Kriya smiled beneath her tears and hugged him.

12.30AM

Indira Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi.
 
Kriya and family walked sleepily towards the entrance with just one huge baggage.
They managed to book seats in Kingfisher airlines that would fly them to Leh, the capital of Ladakh. 

 The whole airport looked  unnaturally busy at that time of the night but the lounge where they sat it was very quite.The few who were loitering here and there were not in the least looked like they knew about the earth and its fateful journey towards doomsday. But they were all speaking about the earthquakes only.

Still Kriya felt like the biggest fool on earth. Mithun didn’t say anything. All he had to say about it was “Well. We are due to a holiday anyways. We might as well have it in Ladakh.”

They sat waiting in the business class lounge of KF airlines. Mithun and chitra had dozed off. Kriya was frantically trying for her sister.

Atlast she got her "Maya we are waiting to take the KF flight for Leh."

"Good! I will meet you there in the airport entrance. Be safe" Maya had cut the line. Kriya was sitting sleepless.


Suddenly the few stewardess who were there, gathered in front of the TV. Kriya moved towards them. The woman in the TV looked shocked and was back dropped by a smoky mountain scene.

“raise the volume” someone said.

“It is feared that further eruption or increase in the fissure crack might lead to the eruption of the complete super volcano. We have Mr. Bob Smith from the University of Utah, a longtime expert in Yellowstone's volcanism with us on this.

Tell us Bob,what could go wrong at this point of time." the anchor woman asked the geek guy.

"Well its a little worrying because just a few weeks ago we recorded the magma level to be under 10km depth. But today we had this fissure eruption which tells us that the magma had reached up since then and in a totally unexpected speed. If this continues, it is a very critical position to think?”

“What? you mean dooms day critical?” the anchor laughed at him. Bob smiled awkwardly without saying anything. 
 
Just then the anchor woman cupped her hand to her ear as if she was listening to something, probably her earphone and then said" Ok we just had news that Hawaii was hit by 8.1M earthquake.Tsunamis alert has been issued to west coast California" she squeaked.

Kriya closed her eyes. Oh Lord..she thought.


7.30AM

Kriya couldn’t divert her eyes elsewhere. The view was breathtaking. The snow capped mountains glistened in the early morning sun which was eerily red. But apart from all that Kriya did feel something odd. very odd. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it. The sun was too bright to spot and it was not morning yellow but morning orange.

They finally landed on the smallest airstrip she had ever seen . While they were pushing off their luggage towards the entrance they could see commotion among people. they then clustered towards one side and were talking.

“what is happening?” she asked someone close by.

“ Oh don’t you know? Just now seconds ago,Telecommunication went off. It is dead. Totally dead. No body knows what is happening where. My stupid phone is not working” he exclaimed and went on.

Kriya’s heart beat faster. What could have happened if it occured minutes ago when they were still flying? Could it have affected them?

“Mithun it is happening. Search for Maya”

“KRIYA..”

“Maya??”

“Thank God you reached before sat com off. I was worried to death of that."

“what is going on Maya?”

" X flare hit damaged the electronics world wide. No satellites, no phones, no TV channels and planes. Not even your digital watch will work. Come come.. this way” She pulled them off to a green camouflaged truck."Come on, we don’t have time.”

“It is in full swing Kriya. We have to go, it is an hour travel by jeep and then we have to climb for fifteen minutes. we might still miss the chance of survival. We might expect meteor shower any minute now.”

“What is this place we are going to?”

“…”

“tell me Maya”

“It is a government bunker. Secret Bunker”

“How come you are in it?”

“I work for it Maya. I have been for a really long time. I just couldn’t tell you all of the coming danger straight away but I was trying to warn you in all possible ways. Anyways I have arranged for us there. Come on we need to move on”

Kriya pulled her hands off.”What have you done? You knew and you didn’t say that to public?”

“What? you think they would have believed me? Did YOU believe me? Tell me akka?”

“But you certainly had proofs.”

“Not ground breaking ones. And if I had given them out I would probably be dead and decayed by now and the best part- people will still not believe anything. This is not a sex scandal to just show a video footage as proof. This is huge. Even then people were trying to warn us for years now. I even had a blog page under proxy by which I was telling everything I knew. You think people believed?
You ..You called me doomtard didn’t you? Now look who got the last laugh..ha..haa.” Maya had become hysterical.

Kriya shook her head, “No…we need to tell these people..these innocent people..they need to know”

“Watch me"Maya said and climbed up on the roof of a nearby sumo with carrier.

“Listen people…”She said in hindi. She related the truth in simple terms.

“Please get to safe positions. Somewhere underground which is better than on ground but not best or better yet get to high above the hills. The water will come. Meteor shower will follow.”

“from where?” Someone asked.

“Water from down under, Indian ocean..Meteor from above. And anything else might come too. Signal messed up planes too might end up on our heads.”

There was a burst of laughter  “Earthquakes are happening in western countries only not here na? Don't panic" one guy said to her with concern and or sarcasm in his voice.


While another said "We watched 2012 last year itself” and they all laughed.That was it, everybody moved to carry on their mundane tasks.

“There you happy now? Just come along” she pulled her sister into the jeep.

One hour of rickety ride in silence. The weather had become notably weird. It was becoming redder every minute. At the end of travel they got down near a metal gate.Maya showed her id and their passports and a special letter which she retrieved from her pocket to a man waiting near the gate. They then all together moved on further ahead.

They were climbing without speaking to each other. Mithun an athlete had carried chitra and had climbed faster. They were nearing the top. Kriya could see the small opening of a concrete style.There were several other such doors. there were two small hard glass windows near every door. It was like a long narrow concrete stretch with lots of similar openings that nestled under a hill near its foot.

"It's under a hill. Is it safe from landslides avalanches and all?"

"Believe me. It is Doom safe. Totally. It is not just a bunker but if necessary it can also change into a ship." Maya said. They were walking on a thin board bridge towards one of those entrances.

It was then she noticed it. A continuous sound of roar. She could hear squeals from above the deck. She slowly turned her head and saw it. It took some time to believe what she saw.

A huge(huge was a microbial word to describe what she just saw) wave was coming towards them just submerging everything on its way, the ice melted and slid along with the water like the ice cubes in milkshake. The people and houses and cars looked like speck of dust moving in the huge curl of water. The sky had become scorching red with a huge red giant of a ball suddenly visible like a half eaten apple right behind the sun. It looked like they had two suns now. Thousands of tiny fire balls fell down in distance like a shower of fireballs. A black ominous dark smoky cloud was fast approaching. The land shook violently once and she lost grip. She fell down into a gutter 12 feet deep.
 
The water was coming fast.

”Akkaa…Akkaa…”Maya was shouting from inside the slanting building slamming hard on the glass window. Mithun was trying to jump down but was violently pulled inside by others. They threw a rope hanging ladder near her through the still open narrow door. She knew she had to rush. She tried hard.

The rocky cliff scathed her soft palms. She gritted her teeth and pulled herself up. She didn’t look back but could hear it very close. She climbed up and was about to catch the guard’s outstretched hand when her feet got swept off. The window pane was closed. She saw Maya sobbing and pounding on the hard glass. Mithun standing shell shocked. She saw Chitra one last time before icy water engulfed her and took her for a really long ride.


She could vaguely hear the shouts.
"Mommy..Mommy.."




“Mommy..Mommy wake up. It will be late for school” Chitra was shouting at the top of her voice and was jumping on the bed in her red pajamas.
 
Kriya sat up with a start.She turned to the clock.
The clock blinked 7.13AM.


P.S : This was written and posted on march 10th in my other blog and hence doesn't mention japan earthquake incidents in it except for the fore shocks.

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