Monday, July 21, 2008

HIS HOLINESS KALIRAKSHAKA

The discussions are going on for the last 2 hours. The same topic has been discussed for “n” number of times before also, within a short period of 100-150 years. But no conclusions are made up to now. Nobody could give a good suggestion or remedy for the problems they are facing. But today, King Indra has made up his mind that a final solution will be made. He is a strong King and his resolution will be materialized!!!
All the problems are due to the people in the planet called “Earth”. Here in “Devaloka” they call the people in earth as “Naran”. King Indra is the King of Devaloka. He is the speaker of the parliament as well. The summer season parliament meetings are going on and all the Devas are part of the discussions.
By this time, as similar to the Indian parliament, many cross-talks and small groups have also been created. At last, King Indra spoke in his loud husky voice-
“Kindly stop all your cross talks and listen to me.”
The parliament suddenly became silent unlike the Indian parliament and King Indra continued –“I want a decision today. I have the power and my decision will be final. The main agenda of the meeting is not what we are discussing now. Our focus is only earth and how to save our beautiful planet earth. I will read out all the points or problems I have noted down.”
King Indra took a reel and unrolled it. He started reading out the points written in it-“
There are lots of points in the list, but I am reading out only the important ones and the ones which need immediate action points.

1.As usual, Global warming: The Americans and Europeans are producing a huge percentage of emission heat, which is causing “global warming”, as they call it. Something has to be done to prevent it. Forget Earth, it may even increase the temperature up here at Devaloka.
2.The bad condition of the people living in Iraq, Afghanistan, Africa, Palestine, Latin- America, Pakistan and even Sri-Lanka. Sri-Lanka can be given least priority considering the fact that they have an “asura” ancestry.
But, we have reports that all these places are spoiled by the Americans.
3.The problems which are happening in all parts of India; Hindus and Muslims fighting over Ayodhya for the last few years; the problem which happened in Gujarat; the terrorist attack in different parts; the root cause for the same is analyzed to be the partition which was done by British, when they gave independence to India and Pakistan. We have got intelligence report that Americans are still funding many terrorist attacks in both India and Pakistan.

There is a small bad news which is not related to earth. This is related to Devaloka. The leg injury of Meneka has been confirmed as a major fracture by the in-house doctor. So she will not be able to dance for the next few months.”

The first three points were received by the parliament with an utter silence, but hearing the last one, there was a big “oooh” from all the devas.
The last one, it was bad news indeed!!!

King Indra suddenly started talking again which prevented further cross-talks on the broken leg of Meneka.-“From the first 3 points it is pretty evident that all the problems are mainly due to the Americans. I basically have no issue with the people of America. For me they are also loved ones. But the political head of Americans, the American president is my problem. As you all know, he is the reincarnation of the “asura” called Kamsa. As you recall, Kamsa was the king of Asura, who was eventually killed by His Holiness Lord Krishna.
There is only one solution to all these problems. We have to kill this asura, the American President. His name is Bushasura”

This time, the scene was heavy at Devaloka. Nobody expected this from King Indra. The process of killing someone on earth for the cause of peace on earth was not being used for centuries. All the Devas were almost in a state of shock.
They have got two in a row. First was Meneka’s leg and now the killing of Bushasura. Too Much!!!

At last one of the devas asked – “But Your Majesty King Indra, why do you think that killing of Bushasura will solve all the problems on Earth?”

King Indra spoke again, this time with more power in his voice- “ I know that the problems man has created for himself cannot be solved in one day. But the death of Bushasura can give a sudden impact on many things. I see the Americans under Bushasura growing as a global police, as they always wanted to be…I want to stop it!!! All men are equal to me…Be it Indian, African, American or European or even Sri-Lankan…Be it Hindu, Muslim or Christian…Be it the American President. I want to give a message to the people on earth that they cannot be more powerful than God!!! They think that Science and technology has made them the mightiest. I have to prove that they are wrong.”

“But who will kill Bushasura? Whom are you planning to send to earth to do this task? We haven’t done such a killing for centuries…” A curious Deva asked.

This time King Indra had a hidden pious smile on his face. He spoke out his plans- “I already had a private meeting with Lord Vishnu. He is ready for yet another avatar. So it is not any more dasavathar. The eleventh avatar is going to happen after centuries. Lord Vishnu, as he killed Kamsa will reincarnate as an Indian called His Holiness Kalirakshaka. Kalirakshaka means ‘the savior of kaliyuga’. Kalirakshaka will kill Bushasura in front of the White house building.
The same Master-plan which was used for killing Kamsa in the form of Lord Krishna will be reused. So as per the plans, Lord Vishnu will take the form of a fetus of Kalirakshaka inside the uterus of Devaki, an Indian girl living in Mumbai.”


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6:00 AM, Mumbai, India

Devaki got up in the morning with a small stomach ache. Last night she had gone for a party and had taken a little more alcohol than the normal. She was still feeling the dizziness caused by ethanol. She was working for a software company in Mumbai for the last 4 years. She completed her morning routine and got ready for office.
In the cab she took the mobile phone and called Arun, her boy friend, who had gone for on-site work in the USA-“Hi Arun”.
“Hi Devs, I was about to sleep”- Replied Arun who was living in a different time zone.
“Arun, I am feeling bad. I am feeling a pain in my stomach….and as I told you yesterday…My periods are delayed by 1 week this time.”
“Its ok Devs…Be cool…You consult a doctor in the evening. Everything will be fine. There cannot be anything wrong”
“Ok Arun…I will consult a doctor now itself and call you back. Please don’t sleep until I call you now…Please”
“Ok Honey….Call me back!!! I will be here….”

11:00 AM, Mumbai, India

Devaki was sitting in front of the gynecologist with all the lab reports.
“Are you married”- was the first question the doctor asked.
A sudden electric-shock went inside her body.
“Doctor, Is there anything wrong?”- She asked
“Wrong? You cannot call it wrong if you are married, because you are pregnant”
“What…?You must be kidding!!!”
“So you are not married…are you….?”
“That is point one…and point two is I haven't had sex for the last 5 months or so…”
“You are lying now…I come across many such patients daily”
“No doctor, I swear…. I haven't had sex for the last 5 months at least….”
“So before 5 months you had sex with someone which was not safe…Isn’t it…?
“No…but….my point is….o.k.….I will consult a better doctor. Thanks!!!”

3:00 PM Mumbai, India

Devaki was sitting on her bed with her mobile phone. She was not in a condition to cry anymore. Her eyes were red and her voice was breaking between the lines. Her pillow was wet due to tears…She was shattered!!!
Arun spoke from the other side of the line- “Devaki...Speak to me…break your silence…I am going mad…I am going mad….”
“What should I tell more…I have told you everything…I don’t know anything more”
“Devaki…Our marriage is supposed to happen once I come back from here…I know it was not me who did this to you. I came here 5 months ago and now you are telling me that you are pregnant. How it can be….? Tell me one last thing…who is responsible for this? I am going mad…”

“Arun..Dont be so cruel…please….please honey…please….” She disconnected the phone. She could not bear it anymore because she also did not have any answer for that question!!!

9:00 PM Mumbai, India

Devaki started preparing her suicide note:-

Hi Arun/ world…

It’s very difficult for an Indian girl to live with the whole society against her. I cannot even imagine what has happened to my life in single day. Now, I am going to die for a reason which sounds very weird. Leave it. Forget about me!!! I would like to share some bizarre thoughts to this world before I die. That is why I am writing this letter now, minutes before my return to the origin. . .

Life on earth is very complex!!! People think that there is someone called God above us to control everything…………………………………………

11:00 PM Mumbai, India

Devaki switched ON the T.V to get some relief from the pain. The poison inside her body had already started its work. She felt like screaming out loud. She increased the volume of the T.V. The NDTV reporter on the T.V screen was standing in front of the white house. A photograph was shown in a small box in the right-top corner of the screen. Devaki compellingly opened her eye again to re-confirm that the person on the screen in the small box was her Arun. She listened to the words of the lady reporter, trying to concentrate in wooziness.
The lady reporter was saying something like this-“In a highly shocking act which happened only hours before here, one software engineer from India has tried to gun down the American president… Mr. President was speaking to a public gathering, during which Arun Mukherji, a software engineer from India gunned down the president. It is confirmed that Mr. President has died on the spot. The murderer was hit instantly by the security guards, and his death has been confirmed as well. FBI is trying to find the further roots of Arun in India. The Initial speculation is that Mr. Arun can be a part of some terrorist group working with a base in India………”


Devaki Switched off the television. She was in a state of trance. She was not crying. She was trying to process the same news again and again in her mind.
At last she could manage to get up. She went near the laptop and turned it ON.
She opened her mailbox, in which there was a new mail a few hours back. As she expected, the mail was from her dear Arun Mukherji. She opened the mail. It read like this-
“Hi Devs… I love you so much, but you betrayed me…I am going mad…. I don’t know what I am doing and what I am going to do…
You have become an American!!! Here in this part of the world, people don’t give importance to relations. They don’t know the value of marital relations. You have become the same. You betrayed me!!!
You go for party clubs… I tried to stop you, but you did not. You drink alcohol… I tried to stop you but you did not. You had sex with some other person when I was away from you only for few months. Indians never did like this before. All the Indians, including me, are trying to follow the Americans, the west…Why???
We have our own culture, our on values….
I want to tell something to this world. I want to change the face of this world.
I am going to kill the American president today, because I cannot kill all the Americans in a single day….
Just understand one thing…It’s not me who is killing the American president…
I have gone mad…Its you who is provoking me for this murder…. It’s the fetus inside your uterus that is making me for this kill….Good bye”


11:30 PM Mumbai, India


Devaki was motionless on the floor with, blood out in the open on her nose and mouth. The suicide note she had written had blood stains too…
The bizarre thoughts she wanted to share to this world was written on the same suicide note-

Life in earth is very complex!!! People think that there is someone called God above us to control everything. But it may not be true. We can put it like this…God is seeing everything above us, but he is not controlling anything. Man is doing all the good and bad for which even God cannot do anything.
Life in this earth has become very fast… even God is taking his Plan B to reshuffle his actions!!!

Saturday, July 19, 2008

The "Traffic Jam"

I always had a feeling that some day or the other, I will meet “The girl of my dreams"...Whenever I had thought of a married life, the only kind of marriage which used to come to my mind was "Love marriage"...
What a pity on the guys who do "arranged marriage"!!!

I always had many dreams in which I saw myself with different beautiful (+ cute+pretty+sexy+hot+ whatever it can be added in to the list) girls, but the fact is that I could not see any of these girls in my real life.... I would like to share one of the night dreams I had very recently (with adequate background music according to the reader's imagination)....

I was sitting at the window side seat of a bus, gazing outside lazily. The bus was caught up in a heavy traffic jam...Suddenly, another bus came and stopped very close to my bus, which was moving parallel ahead with my bus....I saw a beautiful girl sitting in the window side seat of the other bus...Suddenly, the bus came very close to a position where we two were very very close to each other....I could not stop staring in to her eyes.(back ground music starts).... She saw me staring at her and she became a little concerned; or pretended to be. She looked somewhere in to the traffic...

Why is she so much concerned about the traffic jam??? Is she controlling the traffic? She can look at me instead... I could not stop looking at her!!!
But my bus started moving and since her bus was in different lane it was not....
Shitttt!!!
I was loosing her from my sight....I could still see her, but very distantly....I was about to lose her completely from my sight, but just a few seconds before that, she just raised her head and looked at me.... for a quarter of a second both our eyes had caught each other...there was a hidden smile on her face....Yes, I saw it!!!! Then, again she looked some where in to the traffic...

I have to do some thing.....What can I do....?

My bus stopped suddenly, and her bus started moving....I was watching her. It was coming right ahead so that at some point, we both were again close to each other....

I could see the uneasiness in her behavior....I was feeling an "electric shock" inside my stomach. My heart started beating at a different pace; for-sure, not slower than the normal...She raised her head and looked at me...I stared in to her eyes and she in to mine...The bus still kept moving forward as in slow-motion of a movie, the back-ground music in its best rhythm....she was nearing me...she looked like an angel in her white top...The bus finally came to a stop and we both were so close that I could even kiss her on her beautiful red sweet lips(only if she allowed me to)....

I gave her a sweet smile and she returned the same, or may be even sweeter. My bus engine was turned-off. My smile increased. I could see her ears going sharper to listen to her bus' engine voice. As she was hoping, that engine was also turned off after a few seconds...her smile also increased at that point....

That was the first time in my life, I ever praised a "traffic jam"... I wished form the deepest sector of my heart that this traffic jam should continue for the whole day (or even night, it would be even better for adding some spicy scenes)

I had already started processing in the back of my mind, the first sentence which I should talk to her. At this point, I give advice to all the readers who are single in this world-" You Always keep ready with your pre-meditated first sentence to talk to your "dream-girl", for a situation like in which I am going through right now!!! Because all men, even from the 1000 B.C know that -" first impression is the best impression”. I was not prepared, and so, some of the options I processed very fast were:

1. Hi.... (Too simple- rating 2/10)
2. Hi...Why are you smiling like that? (The answer is descriptive. Question is stupid. Rating 1/10)
3. Hi...Whats your name? (Ordinary question- rating 3/10)
4. Hi...Have you ever been in love before? (Ok but, a negative answer can spoil the situation- rating 4/10)
5. Hi...Do you like traffic jams..?( Intentions are good, but she may hear the same something like pineapple jam or mango-jam, because nobody in this world likes traffic and nobody in this world asks such a question to a stranger for the first time in his/her life. Rating 5/10)
6. Hi…Have we met anywhere before…? (Ok...But many people have already started their “love career” with the same sentence. No surprise element. Rating 5/10).
7. Hi…. Do you believe in “love at first-sight”? (Too aggressive…rating 4/10)

Time was running out….I had to finalize my question or otherwise the bus would start moving again…My “Processor” had gone slow due to adrenaline pump…Out of the seven questions I could manage, 5th and 6th got the highest rating and I had to decide up on one among the two.
Finally I blurted out –“Hi….Have we met anywhere before….?

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Dreams are like that, they are very “sweet”….and people love to see it like a movie….But reality is mixed with some percentage of “Bitter” also…
The other day, in my real Life, I almost re-created the same situation of my dream, with huge effort…..and it ended like this….

Finally I blurted out –“Hi….Have we met anywhere before….?
She in her sweet voice replied back-“ Yes, we have met before….The other day you had asked the same question to me at the Multiplex, and I had told you a big “NO” as the answer of your stupid question. So, you'd better change your question, because I cannot change my answer. My answer is always NO”

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My dream was slightly different…..

Finally I blurted out –“Hi….Have we met anywhere before….?
She in her sweet voice replied back-“Yes, we have met before….In our college; I have seen you many times. I am studying in your junior batch. My name is Ankitha”

I was surprised –“Hi Ankitha, I think we will be late for college if we continue in these buses. So shall we get down here and take an auto-rickshaw?”
She thought for a moment, then gave a nod to me with a sweet smile. We both got down from the buses. Both the bus’ engine started again and they kept moving. We took an auto and we sat side by side in it. The traffic jam seemed to be over and done with it…The auto kept moving with a sweet rhythm…..