Unexpected Incarnations

I grew up hearing stories of incarnations from the Hindu mythology.They were like the Bollywood heroes who came to rescue the innocent souls from the felons.May be those stories are told to kids to build faith in God.

Being a premature baby,I have made my parents run to the doctors often.Those days Mom’s office was closer to home that she could come home for lunch.So when I am sick,she kinda shuttled between office and home.One day when she was about to lock me up and leave to office,she realized that there was something wrong with me.My eyes rolled up making me helpless to look straight.My neck strained as if I was looking up to the sky.She tried to bring my neck back in normal position but my eyes and neck were still attracted to the sky.She took me and ran to the gate to get an auto rickshaw.As my neck was still reluctant to heed my brain’s commands,it was difficult for her to make me walk on the road.She cried badly and made me walk.Suddenly a jeep came and stopped next to us.They took us to the hospital.My problem was due to the medicine Stemetil.Then I came to know that I’m allergic to the medicines for vomiting.The interesting part is my Mom still don’t know who they were.She remembers like they helped her by lifting me to the casualty and paid the hospital bill too.

When my parents were trying hard to build their dream home,they went short of Rs.10,000 due to an unexpected surgery in the family.But the piece of land which they had selected had too many competitors.18 years back Rs.10,000 was a big amount for us.On the verge of giving up the plot and the dreams of having a house they seemed to lose the life in them.But two days before the registrations ,one of our family friends gave the cash to my Dad.He got to know about the shortage of cash through someone and helped my Dad.Later we came to know that he had to exchange his wife’s jewellery for giving us the cash.Today my parents live in their dream home situated next to a river bank which has a vast courtyard and lots of coconut trees.

Earlier this year when my brother was hospitalized due pneumonia,I felt immensely down.To add the pain there were no flights to Calicut as I got Mom’s call only by 7pm.I rushed to the railway station but the last train to Calicut had already gone by then.When I checked at the railway enquiry,a man told me to stay till the 1130pm train and promised me to help me in getting a reservation ticket.Even though he was a railway officer I was in a dilemma whether to trust him or not.Thinking of Prasun I couldn’t hold back my tears.By the time the train came I was tired of crying and I had forgotten to have my dinner too.I got inside the sleeper class compartment expecting to get a berth to sleep.The man which I had met at the enquiry suddenly asked me for my ticket.I gave him the ticket and he vanished.Next moment I cursed myself for being a fool under tensed situations.I gave my ticket to some stranger and I don’t know where he has gone.Tension was building towers in my mind and I went in search for him.The train had already started and I was inside it without a ticket.After wandering through the compartments I came back to the seat where I had kept my bag.To my surprise he was sitting there with my ticket converted to a reservation ticket.Next day morning he woke me up early so that I don’t miss my connection train.I wonder what I would’ve done if he had not helped me.

Going late to office became a habit only because of the advantage of having empty metro trains.One morning I felt like going early to office.Like I expected,I got squeezed like the sugar canes in the juice machine.Upon reaching the second station I had to step down for giving way for people to get down.While getting back to the foot board I got enough place to keep my legs.While nearing to Mambalam station I lost the grip and I fell down to the platform when people inside the train tried to make a move to get down.I remember rolling on the floor a dozen times.I went numb and I was in a shock.People surrounded me and shouted at top of their voice and some sweethearts took a picture of mine using cellphones.I didn’t know what to do and I realized that my legs have damaged badly.Suddenly a middle-aged woman helped me in getting up and cleared the way for me.She took me to the hospital.She dropped me back home and then to my surprise she was my new neighbor who had moved in the day before the incident.

Now aren’t these people incarnations of the Almighty?No wonder I still believe that God is inside you and me,and not locked inside a particular place.

Read about another incarnation.

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Some moments

Moments of my happiness,disappointment,guilty and embarrassment 😉

Happiness

==>You are broke at the month end..You and your friends crib about just having 100 bucks in their own accounts..

You don’t even have cash to have a pizza..

Unknowingly you check your jeans pocket to see a neatly washed and wrinkled 100 bucks 🙂 🙂 🙂

 

 

==>At school,teacher is asking questions..you don’t know the answer..your neighbour also has no clue about the answer..

In another 1 minute,according to rotation you have to answer..

you are sweating..

your neighbor cooked up something about the answer..

In another 5 seconds you will have to stand up to answer..

Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..Bell Rang!!! (Escaped :P)

  

 

Disappointment

==>You are happy and excited since two weeks..you get ready for the most awaited outing..you run around the house doing packing..

Seconds before getting inside the car,Dad gets a call for an emergency meeting..and you weep 😦  😦

==>You get out of the office early..You see the train reaching the station..You run through sub-way to reach station by pushing and telling sorry to a 101 people..The moment you finish running the stair case,you see a moving train..(Grrr..I want to kill somebody!!!:-| )

Guilty

==>You see a woman and a baby girl begging in the train..You feel bad about the kid..When they both reach your seat you feel like giving them some coins,but the feeling inside you that those coins are not going to help the baby will make you do nothing..

==>You and friends are having lots of fun teasing and making fun of each other.. You become a little more “caring” about a friend and tease her more..End of the day you see her SAD 😦 😦

Embarrassment

==>Somebody will tell you that you are wrong..You pick up a fight with her and argue that you are not wrong..After a tiring session of arguments,you come to know that she was RIGHT..

==>You talk too much about a person..of course not good things..You explain her with situations and in the end…

you come to know that he is her BOY FRIEND 😐 (Escape!!!!!!!!!!!)

Any help???

I love Chennai..i think it should be this way..I like to stay in Chennai because of my own weird reasons..

People are warm..the crowd don’t care at all about other’s matters..and after all im a stranger in this city 😉

But there are times when we truly wish if there was somebody to give a helping hand..

Once after Byju’s classes,I was waiting at Nungambakkam station for my train to tambaram..Suddenly two girls came out of the station master’s room weeping very badly..One female was cursing the other one for some strange reason..the other one was weeping over the phone calling names..

Usually I don’t used to bother much about these things..but this time I bothered..And there is a reason for it..

Lets go back in the time machine..

When I was in my 3rd year of the college,I was travelling with one of my friends from Chennai to Trichy..

We were in a hurry that day and for our bad luck,my friend lost her train ticket..Train is at 1030pm..We literally did a security check in our luggage to find out..but NO!!!

The mess was made more spicy when she told that the ticket is actually not in her name but in her cousin sister’s name;as she was suppose to travel that day..phew!!!

We checked the name list stuck on the coach..my name is there and of course her cousin sister’s name is also there..But still we got inside..we sat in the respective seats..

There come the villain of the movie..TTE..Huge build..face full of the scars of measles or chicken pox..altogether a mix of Amresh Puri and Om Puri to look like a yuck puri..with the essence of both him and his over-coat not seeing water for months..or may be years.. 😛

We both tried convincing him a lot..we told him a lot of family stories like a TV soap..nothing worked..

In the end he told us to pay Rs 500 as fine and take a new ticket worth Rs178.Haaaa..we started mining our wallets..got Rs535..But that was not going to help us..He was shouting at top of his irritating voice.. 😡

We told him our PATHETIC condition..tried doing drama with tears..

Grrr..I think his heart is made of diamond(strong..strong.. 😉 )He told my friend to get out of the train and get inside the general compartment..that too at 11pm 😦

We were watched by the whole compartment as if some movie is going on..they comment each other..some idiots laughed at us..the crowd was having fun..But i noticed a lady who was sitting on the upper berth staring at us..

She looked like the brand ambassador of Pantaloons or Fab India as she was dressed in such an elegant manner but with so much make-up..She must be in her early fifties..Out of blue,she called me and gave me Rs 500 and told to get things settled..

OMG..OMG..we thought God himself came down to help us..We didnt even try to ask who she is or the reason for her to help..we bothered about nothing..we were so happy that somebody helped us to make the “villain”s mouth shut..

We thanked her..1001 times may be..we were nearly in tears(no drama..original one)..We came to know that even she had this same situation and was helped by a stranger..but she couldn’t repay her..so she was just completing that debt through us..we promised her to pay her back once we reach college..Slept within seconds as we did so much of verbal and emotional hard work 😛

We had planned to take her address in the morning..but for our surprise,she had vanished by the time we woke up..

Now coming back to our current story..by seeing those girls weeping without money,i was able to empathize them..i enquired the matter..

There were four girls travelling..two had to get down at Nungambakkam and two at Beach station..the tickets were with the other two..I didnt bother to check whether the story is true or not..i paid them Rs 400 and gave business card to contact me later..

when the train came I got inside without waiting for them to come back after settling the issue..But i was satisfied and happy that I was able to pay back a debt..

But still after some weeks,they paid me back..So what do you think???I accepted it or …..????

Oye…Auto..

Auto rickshaw aka Auto is common man’s taxi..

I have a very strong bond with “auto”.In my KG,it was Rashid who used to take me to school along with another six souls.The seven of us used to wish him “Good Morning Rashid ikka” as we were taught that as mandatory in school.

Then it is Dinu maaman(uncle) who took the responsibility of my journey to school..even that trip to and fro from school was so much of fun 😀

In short,I used to like to travel in auto..whether it is to school or at times otherwise too..

But,after reaching Chennai,I came to know about the share auto concept..Four or five people share an auto and pay just 10 bucks each..As i started living on my own earnings,it was a very convenient method for me to save money 🙂

Then my transfer to the mount road office made my daily journey in train till Nungambakkam or Egmore..Now come the dilemma..

I have two choices to reach my office..

Choice 1:

Get down at Nungambakkam,cross the Choolaimedu high road and get inside the LIC share auto.

Waiting time to get an auto : 10 – 20 mins

Cost : Rs.10

Speed of Auto : 10m/min

Time taken : 45 – 50 minutes

My temper : Increasing

My BP : Increasing

My mood when I reach office : ^%#%$@$#*%@!

 

 

Choice 2 :

Get down at Chennai Egmore and get inside the “normal” auto.

Waiting time to get an auto : 1 – 5 mins

Cost :Rs.200

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It is the sum of  

1)The cost of my energy which i waste to yell at those auto guys when they say Rs 80 – Rs 100 to go to LIC complex when the actual cost is just Rs 30.

2)The Rs 30 – Rs 40 which I pay in the end after so much of fighting.

}

Speed of Auto : 20m/min (Reasons : Driver is angry that I’m paying only 30 bucks plus the “terrific” traffic  😦 😦 )

Time taken : 10 – 15 minutes

My temper : Increasing,Decreasing,Increasing..according to the speed of the auto and the frequency of the stops because of the traffic

My BP : Increasing exponentially

My mood when I reach office : ^%#%$@$#(*%&^%

Now tell me..which option should i go for????

weeeep..sob..sob.. 😦 😦 😦 😦

Ladies Special – Part 1

After completing a year in my job (successfully 😉 ),I was getting bored with office and the project.So with so much of hard work i got out of the office in MEPZ (Madras Export Processing Zone ) to another branch in Chennai next to spencer 😉 😉

Since I was so much in love with Tambaram,I had no intentions of shifting from there.Instead,I planned to travel daily in the Chennai Suburban train.So as a pre-requisite I got a season ticket for 3 months. 😀

So there started a new version of my life..

The Ladies Special is at 8:30 AM starting from Tambaram to Chennai Beach.As it is the starting station and also as it is the ladies only train,i can get inside any compartment and there will be ample seats..But i will walk up to the first bogie and take a seat there so that i can climb the stairs before the crowd crushing me when the train reaches Chennai Egmore 😛

On the very first day,according to the plan i started reading a novel the moment the train started..But once when the train was crowded,i just didn’t feel like turning to the next page of my novel..Instead i noticed a gang of ladies(Aunties) having conversations making sure to be the attraction of the day..

On the coming days, i came to know a lot about this gang..

They are of 7 members..All of them became friends during their train journey..Three of them will board the train from Chromepet and the rest from Pallavaram..

Mrs.Savithri Mahalingam* is the gang leader.She is working in LIC office at mount road.She is the one who make sure that the day’s attendance is correct or not.She is married to Lt.Col.Kandasamy Mahalingam* and having a happy married life for 35 years;i.e. till last year.This year she is un happy as her only son Rahul got married.Her favorite past time is to find out the faults in her beautiful daughter-in-law..

Savithri Aunty is always supported by Mrs.RajaAmmal Mariyappan* as she has two beautiful girls to fight with.. ;)Also our Mariyappan uncle owns a shop in Pallavaram and according to Ammal,he is worst businessman on earth..Oh forgot to mention..Mrs.Mariyappan is working as a clerk in Loyola College.

Savithri Aunty’s and Ammal Aunty’s main concern is about the youngest member in the gang.She is Ms.Kalaiselvi Ponnusamy*.She is working as sales girl in the very famous Saravana Stores.The rest of the gang are working hard to get Selvi married.

Then we have singing beauty Mrs.Rajalakshmi Iyer who is working in SBI(Its hearing the Iyer Sir married her falling for her singing..that’s another story 😉 )

Now the Charlie’s Angels of the gang are Mrs.Kavitha Sridharan who is an accountant in Barclay’s Finance,Mrs.Srikala Ramesh who is a senior software engineer at Mahindra Tech and Mrs.Nalini Chandrasekharan who is the Principal of R.S.S.K School at Kodambakkam..All three are mallus..All three are breaking their heads to get their daughters married..So they are always busy searching for the most eligible son-in-law.

So here start my journey the special “Ladies Only” train with the aunty gang…. 😉

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.