Time Travel

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Ashik – the man who plays with time, Research Head – Time Institute, Stanford was preparing for his new Mission – “Is there an End to the World?” His God Father & Research Head Mr. Abdul was assisting him in his Time Travel. Almost all preliminary steps were completed in their Time Machine (MISIT).

As researches say, WORLD HAS AN END; they wanted to prove it wrong. So Ashik started his 3rd Time Travel of his life time on 1st Jan 2011. Everything was ready for him to start, his travel date was set to 01-01-2013 and his God Father initiated his start. MISIT started to rotate & within seconds it disappeared, he was the happiest man in the planet as he was going to prove everyone that WORLD HAD NO END.

But he was surprised at the things that happened,

1st – Rotation speed of the machine was unpredictable.
2nd – Oxygen was 100% pure
3rd – Heart Beat frequency was more than normal, 10 Hertz.
4th - Magnetic Compass was not working

Ashik: Oh my God, what’s happening? Why this shit? I never faced these kind of problems, but?

But in no time, he fell semiconscious; he could feel what was happening over there but, not clearly.

Ashik: Even in my first travel, I felt good, I didn't go semiconscious & I still remember my time travel to 28th March 1947 where I met our ‘Mahatma’ Gandhi, Jawaharlal Nehru & all our Freedom fighters, even though I couldn’t mark my name in history, I was happy for the above reasons, I stayed there till 16th August 1947, I enjoyed the Independence with all those gems but my only guilty feel was that I was not there on January 30th 1948, if I were then I would have saved our Mahatma by all means. But none of the people in the present day's world believed my TRAVEL or those photo copies, probably they considered me and my God Father as Fools or 2 Idiots.

My Second Travel was very exciting, as I went to 700 B.C & should consider myself as one of the evidences of our epic ‘Mahabharata’. Suppose I have to suggest anyone a role model then I would suggest KARNAN – the man with golden arms who always donates, probably if I were been God then I would have given the throne to KARNAN and made him as Maharaja but I couldn’t. This time, the people advise me to consider a psychiatrist. PEOPLE NEVER BELIEVE INTELLIGENTS OR IN-BORN TALENTS. IF YOU HAVE MONEY THEN YOU ARE WINNER, IF YOU DON'T THEN YOU ARE LOSER.

What a poor life am I living, at least this time I have to prove them I am a genius. Will I?

Days rolled on in his instincts and MISIT reached a mountain top & he became conscious after an hour or so. He had no energy to come out of MISIT but somehow he did and to his surprise he could find only water all over the earth except the place where he stood. He couldn’t believe so went inside the MISIT to check the date and it showed 13-02-0000, “Oh my God! Unbelievable!!!” and took his SONY Handy Cam, started shooting the entire view but he hunted for at least one living creature.

On the next day he heard a sweet voice, hope everyone knows it should be a girl’s voice. “Hi, this is Andrea”, only one survivor from the WORLD ZONE Submarine.

Ashik: Hi, this is Ashik, May I know how many travelled with you?

Andrea: Many thousands.

Ashik: Hmmm... That’s good, where are they?

Andrea: (pointing her hands up) “Heaven”

Ashik: Oh God, I feel sorry.

Andrea: I travelled in a different wing where there were only animals. Rest of the wings dashed and sank into the sea

Ashik: According to my knowledge this place should be CAPE OF GOOD HOPE, placed almost several thousand feet above the sea level. And you know today’s date is 14-FEB-0000

Andrea: Hmmm... Great, I have found a human being after 45 days i.e. Valentine’s Day (and hugged him).

Ashik said to himself, “We are the next Adam & Eve” and smiled because he didn't want to prove himself to rest of the World. He rated that this was his best TIME TRAVEL

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காதலே காதலே

காதலே காதலே

காதலே காதலே
என்னை காதலிக்காத காதலே
நீ காதலித்தால்தான் காதலே
இல்லையெனில் சாதலே

என்றும் நட்புடன்,
சரவணகுமார்

Sketches Part II

 

 

What If

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What if I wrote if I was provided with a topic “What If”, and was asked to pen it down within the next 1440 minutes? I would probably be the last person to know the topic. Hmmm… first I thought of penning down as “ What if I became a billionaire overnight”, but it looked a very common one after Slumdog Millionaire - may be Slum dog Billionaire - so ignored it. Minutes rolled on as I started scratching my head thinking what should I pen down? I was the only one living creature ‘working’ (just in words though!) in my entire Development Centre when suddenly I received a call, “Private Number Calling”, and my hands shivered to answer the call as it was the first time in my life to receive a call from a Private Number. Should I answer the call? I thought for a second and then pressed green button in my Nokia 5130 Express Music Phone, voice trembled to say, “HHElloo”…, “Hi Sarav, Kim here” ( ONSITE PROGRAM MANAGER ), “Hi Kim” briskly, “Still in the office?”, “Yup, just completed my works; will be leaving in another ten minutes”, “Cool Man, Send a status update and leave asap”, “Sure, Bye Kim :-) ” and I noticed that my watch, fastrack, looked freaky; with its hour hand pointing ‘1’ and the other, ‘12’. Suddenly, I was suggested a topic by my mind, “What if I received a call from a PRIVATE NUMBER @ half past midnight” and I started to pen it down - only the topic - before which my instincts informed that it won’t be impressive to pen down such a weird one for something which was supposed to rank my name first time in the seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. I was totally confused and pissed off thinking what I should pen down, it should be innovative and impressive and more over it should be of good class, say for e.g., “What If Spiderman joined Fantastic Four?” if not of that standard at least it should impress someone in Vipul’s Team (i.e. Our Team). I consumed 120 minutes in the above process and still dint find any topic to pen down, so again started scratching my head @ first, followed with my cheeks and etc., Hmmm… I really felt good @ scratching but not in finding the topic which was supposed to be first step in the above said process. I started yawning as I felt sleepy and tired because I had been sitting in front of my PC for the past 1080 minutes, hitting my head @ sql queries and C# and so decided to sleep @ my desk for the next 240 minutes. I woke up @ six in the morning (please don’t read the sentence fast), brushed & refreshed myself, swiped out and left my cabin. It took another 60 minutes to reach my room, a decent – clean Bachelor’s room and opened my laptop to pen down something related to “What If”. I thought, thought and thought if I was capable of penning down an impressive one or at least something under my name so that I can put my name in the comment column and a link to my blog which will remain among the thousands innovative bloggers, But I resorted to sleeping once again.  I woke up after 300 minutes, had my breakfast and started thinking again; but readers don’t think that this time also I failed to capitalize the opportunity (My thoughts), because I decided to pen down as, “What If I was provided with a topic – What If?”.

I thank all of them who read my first post in Blog-a-Ton - The Seventh Edition of the Online Marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. If you like or dislike my posts please comment here; this will help me to grow in positive steep. Vote if my first post is really worth so :-) I thank Vipul and Team for providing such a superb topic which helped me to decide a topic, “What If I am locked with a cute young girl in a lift?”, probably my next post of my blog :-)

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கவிதை காதல்

கவிதை காதல்

கவிதையே உண்னை நான்
நினைத்தேன்
எழுதிட துடிததேன் சொல்ல
மறுத்தேன்
ஏனென்றால் நீ காதல்
யென்றேன்.

என்றும் நட்புடன்,
சரவணகுமார்

காதலை காதலிக்கு சொல்ல இது போதுமா?

காதலை காதலிக்கு சொல்ல இது போதுமா?

வின்மினி போன்றவளே
கண்ணின் கருவிழியானவளே
என் உயிர்துடிப்பு நீயடி- நீ
இல்லையெனில் நான் பினமடி
உயிரை கொடுத்து விடு
என்னுயிரே

என்றும் நட்புடன்,
சரவணகுமார்

Someone is always destined to their someone

A START TO THE FULL STOP!

Feb 14th 2009, everything was ready for the funeral of Mr. Sanjay, who had died of heart attack (in flight) on Friday Feb 13th 2009, when returning back from New York to Chennai. His relatives & wife Hassini (married three weeks ago), yet to start her life, had gone with a bouquet to receive him, but sooner the smiling faces had turned to tear-filled faces, bouquet to garland, newly married girl to ____.

Ashik whose eyes were as red as a drunken guy, who doesn't have any relationship with Sanjay, was helping in moving the corpse to graveyard. He couldn't even have an eye to eye contact with Hassini (LOVED EACH OTHER) because he couldn't even imagine that her life was set before dawn.

The weeping sound rose as equal to acceleration of the van, as it started & Ashik kick-started his bike to join them. He couldn't control his temper; cursed, cursed & cursed God for keeping a Full Stop to Hassini's life. He accelerated the bike very slowly in order to match with the van, suddenly his college days flashed in his mind, "Heeeyyyy .... Ashik go fast man" said Hassini, "Idiot I can't be faster than this!” Ashik. "You have to be, as this is our first ride in bike", Hassini and paused for a second hiding herself in Ashik. "Hey what happened idiot?” Ashik, "The one who was standing in the bus stop in white shirt & dhotis with three stripes of ashes in his forehead, is your Father-in-law", Hassini. "Oh my God, I missed to see him", Ashik. "Its ok, you drive fast my dear", Hassini & hugged him so that even air couldn't enter between them.

A loud horn was heard after which Ashik came back to live action. The driver came out of the car & started shouting @ him, "Something something green, very green", "Sorry Sorry sir" & accelerated his bike to catch hold of the van. He could see only the flowers and not the road, which made to him to think about Hassini’s birthday (14-02-03), "Sweet Sixteenth" in which he made her to walk only on the flowers from her bed to Pooja Arai & he also proposed on the same day. He promised her that she will never have tears in her eyes but not to be, as that day her eyes were drenched in tears. He closed his eyes and started cursing his favorite God, as he just passed the temple he used to visit with Hassini. "Hey Hassini, AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, SO SO MUCH............" shouted Ashik six years, 8 hrs before in this temple, she wore a peacock blue color half saree with golden border. He kept Kungum on her forehead and said the above, no no shouted for which she replied "Is it so?” nodding her head & blushed a lot.

Ashik couldn't forget her smiling face with kungum & blushing beautiful eyes whenever they were romantic, but now no more smiling face with kungum or blushing beautiful eyes. He had no clue as to how to get those things back to her. They were almost near to graveyard, before which he sighted the park where they would usually go and sit in the white colored bench on the right corner to read at times & to talk many a time which would end in her blushing eyes. The small fights, timely hugs, tasty kisses, cute tears all came to end before three weeks in her marriage. Those days were the best days of their life which now became a nightmare. Soon, they reached the graveyard & Sanjay was cremated to ashes. Ashik had a BIG QUESTION MARK before him & that was Hassini's life.

Two hours later he reached his home & locked himself in his room. Almost 24 hours had gone by when he ate something, looked very tired & so he lied down in his bed. He tried to unlock his mobile several times but later he discovered that the mobile was switched off because of zero % charge. He looked confused without knowing what to do next but decided not to live anymore, so he made arrangements to hang himself, It was almost 99% complete i.e. (kept his head inside & tightened it) but his love over Hassini saved him; still remembered the promise that he gave her on her wedding day. So he loosened it & started crying badly to overcome the grief & later realized how stupid he was to take such a worst decision in his life, thanked God no Hassini who saved his life, but hers?

A week later, all the formalities were done which declared to the society that a 21 year old girl, a newly married girl before three weeks was now a _____. Is it the destiny for that girls' life? From 21 years till death should she be alone? Should that full stop be permanent? Thousand of “?”! Will God answer it? Idiots! God won't, because God decided that her destiny is something else and not this, but this poor race of human being suggests this. Break the shackles; think outside the box to save a life of a cute young girl.

Yeah, it happened, Hassini's uncle Bala, an innovative, modern cultured person insisted on her Re-marriage to say appropriately, HE WANTED TO GIVE HER A NEW LIFE. Even though initially it was not accepted by her parents, but most welcomed by her in-laws, it resulted on a happy node in two months. YES IT WAS DECIDED THAT HASSINI WOULD MARRY HER SWEETHEART, "Who is that? AASSSHHHHIIIKK" As readers you could think that next will be also a happy note but it is not, as Ashik's father denied it. No words to describe the pain undergone by Ashik and Hassini, the queen of his heart.

Do wait and expect some unexpected nasty twists :-)