THE TAJMAHAL

Today it is nother gloomy ,monsoony day and being the week before onam,doesn’t help much. No I am not complaining, it’s what you may call thalayil ezhuthu or for that matter just fait. Today I am feeling like a kafka, not a kafka ashore, but a kafka before that enviable ‘CASTLE’.All the trouble started when I wanted to give my better half a live tajmahal as a tohfa for services rendered,for the unglorified love bestowed,for the concealed hate. So i registered a grand old house,though a little primitive, a little dilapidated, but yet a living monument. The die was cast.The problem during the registration was no body knew the original owner, leave alone his successors.But I wanted the monument at any cost. So the archives were opened, the family tree drawn by an eminent historian who refused to be bribed, considering  the grand history of the bhagavathals  of  that geneology. All the ,pattayams, karams,were bisected and documents traced. After an year of negotiations the monument was sold for a pittance and registered for my darling’s old age summer resort.

I rejoiced, cried,did an anadha bhairava thandava. Then I approached the CASTLE for documentation.I never knew when the tsunami struck in the form of an angel of a trivial CLERK. He needed documents,again documents and nothing but the documents,the documents for the people, by the people,for the people.He was a specialist in power of attorneys, the wills - registered and unregistered,the relationship certificates- the loved and hated ones,the partitions of the divided and undivided hindu family act and I was an easy prey,the so called joker.He took a class on power of attorneys in general,the supreme power that an individual can offer to his fellow being,the power to sell and buy,the power to kill and give birth, the power to alter, cancel or tear up the power itself, the power to moksha or doom and the power to torture an innocent or a weakling.I was fascinated,stunned and in turn vomited. And then he gave me the list of documents to be produced,fortunately though I had none of these . And well aware that I couldn’t produce them in my life time, I bowed to him and took leave.I told my dear that night – hai dear, don’t fret,nor fume.i will be there for you always. I will be your shelter and you will always dwell in my heart.