NOTHING IN WAR AND LOVE

Hey guys ,
Sorry for returning to the crease after being given out by the umpire .I cannot but help it , since it’s a life and death problem . One gentle man had filed a libel suite in the honourable high court for blogging allegedly against him, for a million dollars, for the mental agony caused.For godsake I never intented nor even dreamt that a silly old blog will result in such a calamity.Oh what a shame.Anyway both our lawyers negotiated in the chamber and after much dilly dallying they had finally arrived at a settlement.Even though I went through the legal draft I couldnt make any head or tails of it. So I called my counsellor and he briefed me the salient points.The gentleman has agreed to withdraw the case on the condition that I should re edit the blog in such a way that it would never cause mental agony to him or his family for another thousand years or the next tsunami which ever is later.I had no other alternative but to bow down , considering my financial commitment to my sons and family.I reedited the blog to the satisfaction of the defendant and am forced to republish the same.Hence the comeback.I promise the readers that I will be never back again to distress you. . Thank you for being so patient .

NOTHING IN WAR AND LOVE


I can never ever forget that day ,sorry that night.My cell yelled and vibrated with such a force that the t.v stand over which it stood came down crashing together .I managed to pick it up and shouted “ who the hell”’.There was a war cry at the other end “ EUREKA” my son bellowed .I repeated EUREKA? My wife who was immersed in the megaserial Metti Oli came out of her trance and put her ear on my spare ear and uttered EUREKA—WHAT?
I recovered fast and asked him what the hell was going on.He could not control himself “ I have found her atlast “.I was dumb struck.I just couldn’t believe my ears .Shyam are you sure I asked? Yes dad I am pretty sure he rejoiced .She proposed to me just an hour back.I have confirmed it again and again,even she has given in writing in a stamp paper duely attested by the notory public.I knew not what to do .So I embraced my wife and whispered “ He is my son “.No he is mine she retorted playfully.”Shyam my dear son you are the pride of the family.Now just take rest and happy dreams”.I offed the cell and went into a dance.The whole world appeared so beautiful that I cried out in bliss “you just cannot help it “. The flash news appeared “ An INDIAN LAD has achieved the IMPOSSIBLE.Soon details of the news caught on.The P.M congratulates the engineer for bringing glory to India.The President calls upon the youth to follow the example and make it a super power by 2020 .Soon the crowds take to the streets and bylanes of the major metros of Delhi ,Kolkotta,Mumbai and Chennai in utter celebrations..Crackers lit the skies and Musalmans exchange sweets with their Hindu brothers.The govt announces a public holiday and ten days bonus to all central and state govt workers .
I go to my basement cellar and bring out a champagne bottle and celebrate through out the night. Inspite of a hang over we soon flew to Pune in a jumbo and were whisked through customs to a chauffered limosine to his apartment in Talwad.. The black cats shoved aside the maddening crowd thronging outside his apartment and we were shown in.Shyam was in an ecstatic mood and dared us to see his fiancée. Yes there she was tall ,elegant, long shouldered,with a Rajputan look and she said Namaste .What more could you ask for.I looked at Shyam with admiration .By this time my wife had moved over to her daughter in law to be and was soon engaged in animated discussions.The medium of trasactions I suspect was in PALI Or was it ENGINDI?. I took shyam aside and asked him how did you manage to accomplish this.He whispered in to my ear.”She happened to read one of my blogs titled RAILINGS OF A DERANGED MIND and she fell for it. And later when she read my” DEAD POETS CORNER” HER FATE WAS SEALED. I broke in to a laughter . Its like your mom marrying me to hear my Mukesh songs. Later I asked him for a photo of his to be ,so that I can show around to my kith and kin.He gave me one and in it were they holding the Indian tricolor atop the Everest!

THE LAST SUPPER

It is always easy to start but most often it is very difficult to know when to stop.I am at the cross roads now.Blogging seemed to be a very effective means of relieving tension , I mean, at the beginning of beginning and that too, was not that far off , may be around 5 or 6 blogs to be precise.Indeed it opened a door somewhere in the recess of my mind opening a new world altogether and set me to try to think in a different way, just like my grandpa introduced me to the wonderful world of books.But now Iam gradually realizing the fact that reading and enjoying it or dying with it, is entirely different from writing and its birth pangs.One is passive and the other one creative or destructive as well.The reader has the advantage of empathising or agonizing with the characters or even with the author and has the liberty to praise or even destroy the writer with his criticism where as the writer can only write and wait for the results like a producer releasing his film.
It has taken me only 5 blogs to come to the conclusion that I am a bit of a failure in the art of expression .Ofcourse I am not a stranger to failure ,infact it has accompanied me althrough my life like a silent shadow.But I have never been cowed down by it and have tried to overcome it by sheer hardwork and tenacity and more often have subdued it and sometimes have even tasted success also .But the art of expression is a different ballgame altogether.Either you have it or you don’t have it.Inbetween you have only mediocrity .So working hard or practice may sometimes help you in increasing your vocabulary or grammer but without talent you are doomed. .Hence it is always sensible to retreat than face defeat and turn your energy to some other productive fields like making some quick bucks from dalal street or milking out more from gullible patients or even going in search of that elusive man or is it IT as the good old scriptures say about that that good old guy called GOD the Great .Some good friend of mine who is a very good critic of mine even suggested to practise SINGING as an alternate career or even take up acting as an option. Atlast I have decided on onething for sure i.e. NOT TO BLOG ANYMORE and confine my craving for writing to be safely enclosed in my secret diary which is to be cremated along with me and the ashes to be scattered in all the five or is it seven ? major oceans in the vain hope that from each of the dust atleast 10 great writers will spring up and change the destiny of our mother world ..So good bye to Kannanwrites et all and to all those who had the good fortune of not reading these blogs and also my apologies for those who had the courage to read the same.BYE BYE.

ALL IN WAR AND LOVE

It was one of those pleasant lazy monsoony late evening and the muncipal lights have started emitting their share of paltry light fighting a losing battle against the approaching darkness And we were huddled in front of the idiot box savouring the usual quota of ASIANET NEWS when the flash news flashed –Shyam has fallen in love..We were shell shocked.I came out of hibernation first and rushed to tune in BBC News.And there he was, yes it was Shyam alright, covering his face with a hand kerchief surrounded by all the major channel reporters.I shifted my glance towards my wife who had already ran to the bedroom slamming the door to my face.
I took three deep breathes to come to the PRESENT and analyse the crisis in its totality.BUT the mind was in absolute panic.M y hands shivered as I pulled a cigarette from the pack and it took me eternity to get it lighted up.All my dreams were lying shattered in all corners of the hall.For the first time in my life GOD seemed to exist no more.I dialled Shyam in my cell.I yelled Shyaaaam.A stuttering whisper from the other end boomed—Appa it was not my fault,it was SHE who proposed .Who I enquired.From north came the reply.North of where? U.P . to be exact the recently created state of Uttarakand.Jharkandwaly?Garhwaly?.I persisted-a Brahmin?His voice slurred-a Hindu-a forward caste hindu and an A P L. The phone went dead.
I was walking to and fro my mind totally in flames.Nobody in my family for the last three generations have dared to commit such a sin and what a shame.Of course I heard from my mother that few of my elders have had shady affairs,but that was all for physical needs.But Love, no way .No true Brahmin will ever love.That is unthinkable.The phone cried.My father it was---of all the people ,why is that you are being crucified ,my son?It is all vidhy you know.The phone conveyed condolence message from all near and far.I had a tough night sleep.The sun rose as usual and brought with him a stream of visitors some of Iwhom knew and others who knew me,all dressed in black with a sunken face,to mourn.I sat there unshaven and not uttered a word to them.One of the visitors had the temerity to inform me that state has declared one week's mourning and flags were flying halfmast in all govt buildings.Bismillakhans shehnoy blared from A.I.Rstations.The parliament adjourned for the day after a brief note from P.M. .
I flew by a chartered flight to PUNE.Shyam was at his best and carried me to his apartment and silence was the communication althrough the car ride.Sham said don’t be hasty,she will be here in a minute. The heroine soon came in a pallack carried by eight slaves. She alighted from the palanquin.gave a nodding smile in my direction and was soon seated.She nodded in my direction and dutifully I came forward.Shyams father, she thundered.Saaavdaaan, she rattled .I stood in attention.Baaaye moot, then daye moot she cooed.,chal –left right left right.She then left.I was feeling a little tired after this manoveure.
Do I deserve this,I asked Shyam.Appa you don’t know what love is.I angered back-I hav been with ur mother for last 26 yrs and you have the guts to ask me this stupid question. He said ofcourse you have been living and not loving that woman of yours.I was taken aback.But I cannot live without her even for a day,I countered..No appa—it is not love but dependence,he cleared.I felt undressed/. I bowed to him and said---- Teach me son, what love is.I want to lead the rest of my life loving her.Sorry my father that is not possible.Why not?I begged.YOU ARE ALREADY MARRIED AND NONE CAN LOVE AFTER MARRIAGE.SO LEAVE ME ALONE TO ENJOY THE BLISS OF LOVE TILL OUR MARRIAGE.