Instant Justice

“Travel is like meditation – It gives me a different experience every time and helps me to expand “said Phanikumar. There were four other people in the car. He was sitting in the front and not sure whether others at the back heard him. There was a long silence as the car kept moving on the highway which was deserted and looked as if it was laid only for them. They were just half way and another 350 Kms to go.

They started their journey in the morning it was a hot day but they managed to beat the heat with the car’s AC. By dusk they were just 80 Kms away from their destination, the car slowed down a bit as they entered a hamlet. There was sudden chillness and as they opened the car windows they could smell the freshness of the earth. “It has rained” said Phanikumar and as usual others were silent. Rain has left many mini reservoirs on the road. The patches in the road were filled.

Though the car slowed down the driver continued his highway style driving enjoying the cool breeze which followed the rain. As the car sped it ran over the rain water splashing it all around leaving the village pedestrian Gopal Sahib wet who was returning home after his day’s work.

The sudden flash of water raised his temper turning his eyes red. He immediately signaled his fellow villagers on the other side to stop the car, which they promptly did and the car came to halt.

Everything happened in a moment before anyone could realize what went wrong. Villagers surrounded the vehicle and the driver realized his mistake. Phanikumar sitting in the front seat had no option other than to handle the situation. Gopal Sahib’s rage was evident from his high decibel levels. For him the rain water that splashed on his already wet cloth was a slur on his social standing. He was in a no mood to compromise. Phanikumar’s repeated apologies didn’t help; others in the car were silent as usual. There was increasing restlessness among the villagers, they were getting ready. Driver started to shiver.

Old fakir Abdul Rehman sitting at the road side tea shop, witness to the entire event quickly sensing the situation stepped into the crowd shouting “what happened?” The crowd calmed down. It was a display of the respect he commanded. Gopal Sahib came forward and narrated the incident exaggerating it a bit. Phanikumar found a new hope seeing the fakir’s face. He attempted to get out of the car to explain what happened.  Fakir signaled him to remain in the car and heard what he has to say.

Fakir went into a deep thought and then asked a little boy in the crowd to fetch a bucket of rain water. The boy promptly did that, fakir saintly told Gopal sahib to take the bucket and pour the rainwater back on the driver and/or the people in the car. Gopal Sahib lifted the bucket but couldn’t pour it back on the people inside the car. Something stopped him in doing that; he emptied the bucket pouring the water down at the road. There was total silence as if everyone there was in deep meditation. There was relief in Gopal Sahib’s face as if instant justice was delivered. He was back to normal and tension in the crowd diffused. Fakir’s parting words to every one there was “Be complete about what happened and don’t carry this with you”. The crowd dispersed and car started to move again. This time everyone in the car agreed with Phanikumar that travel is like meditation and it gives different experience every time and helps to expand. Unusually Phanikumar was silent deeply reflecting on what the fakir said.


Short Story : PM

Everyone in the room were anxiously waiting for PM to arrive. There was a sense of tension and excitement . It was a mixed feeling. Most of them are meeting him for the first time.
PM was behind schedule but expected anytime. He was in the middle of the road close to the venue. Fleet of vehicles before and after him. Flags and cut outs on either side.It was a hot day and he was sweating. He reached the venue and everyone stood up.

PS :
P.Murugesan ( PM ) head master of the school on his motorcylcle was struck in the traffic and reached school late to address the new students on the school opening day.

Short Story : Modern Art

At the age of 60 Sharma mustered the required courage to do his first painting. There was an old temple in his street corner, which he attempted.
After four hours he searched for the temple or something close to it in the work he did.  Fusturated he decided not paint again and left. Later his grandson not able to identify what it was, just clicked and posted it in his Facebook page with a caption…Modern Art by Olden thought.
Week later Sharma was found in a leading national channel during the primetime saying……”I do my best till I get fusturated with my work. Then I leave it to the people and will never interfere. My painting gives different prespective to different people…….”
Sharma never knew that modern art can mastered so quickly😃😃😃

Next Moment

Chennai, 31st May

It was still dark in the morning. Ganesan woke up, he saw the time it was 3.58 am. His inbuilt biological clock has beaten the alarm clock again. He deactivated the 4 O’clock alarm in a rush, he dosent want to give it a chance to beep. It was a Man Vs Machine contest and he won, at least he felt like that.

He called his Taxi driver to confirm the pickup time before he got out of his bed. At 5 am Taxi was at his gate to take him to Bangalore, where he is scheduled to meet Mr. Sam Prado a leading Industrialist at 14.00 hrs that afternoon.

He got himself seated in the front seat with his seat belt on. He was well prepared for the meeting and all homework done. It reflected in his being – he was fresh and energetic.

His taxi – Toyota Innova started to cruise on the yet to be busy roads of Chennai towards the high way to Bangalore. He was speaking to himself Innova is the best for the Indian road conditions.

Morning drive was good, with the Vehicle’s windows shut and AC on, there was near silence. Considering 6 hours of travel time to Bangalore, he wanted to break the silence and start conversing with driver.

He started….” What’s your name? “Rajkumar” the driver replied. There was silence again, his thoughts took control over him – Bangalore, Kanada Super start Rajkumar, a gentleman and good actor, Kidnapped by Veerappan and then released… a loud horn from a passing Lorry broke his thoughts.

He slowly turned; the driver was busy with the steering wheel. He switched on the Radio – bakthi songs poured out, it was soothing his ears, and though the driver was too focused he too was enjoying it. This continued for a while before the Vehicle halted at Highway Hotel for breakfast. The Hotel’s name was” Parambariyam”. Using his mobile, Ganesan goggled it to find the meaning – It said Culture, Tradition etc. He was eager to find out what is inside the hotel.

They ordered Combo Breakfast, special for the day as told by the waiter. Water and Coffee was severed in copper utensils and food in the banana leaf – the name was justified he thought.

Driver back on his job and Ganesan with Intermittent naps, little conversations, random thoughts and views through the front and side glasses – the Vehicle reached Bangalore.

13.50 PM, Ganesan was at Mr. Sam Prado’s office conversing with his secretary whose workstation was just at the exit of Prado’s chamber. Sharp at 14.00 hrs, Secretary went inside and came out to inform Ganesan that Mr.Sam Pardo is just completing his Luncheon meeting with the Senior Executives of Four Wheels a leading Automobile company headquartered at US with a manufacturing unit in Chennai and he would meet him after that.

At 14.15 hrs, Ganesan saw Four Wheels executives coming out of Mr.Sam Prado’s chamber. There was a surprise, his college mate Srinivasn was one among them. Both were able to recognize each other, there was exchange of pleasantries and it got extended.

Srinivasn spoke very high of Mr.Sam Prado about his energy, his contributions, his achievements and  now being only 45 years, how he was able to compete with the Global Giants and position his company as number one in the Global Market.

Ganesan was excited; he thought his today’s meeting will change his life forever. Srinivasn took leave and Ganesan was back in his seat waiting to be called in by Mr. Sam Pardo.

Time went by; Ganesan was bit nervous and tensed. He reminded the secretary once in between, she politely replied – Mr. Sam is aware of your presence he will call you.

After a while the secretary stopped her work and checked the schedule there would be another visitor at 16.15 hrs. It was 16.00 hours now and Ganesan waiting, she decided to remind Mr. Sam Prado again and peeped into his room. He was not in his seat.

At 16.40 hrs Ganesan was shocked to hear that Mr. Sam Prodo was found dead at the rest room attached to his office chamber in standing position , eyes open staring at the Mirror and hands holding the Wash basin firm in his full business suit. No one could believe it. Sudden Cardiac arrest – how this can happen to a fit and regular jogger like Mr.Sam Prado

Ganesan never had and will never have the opportunity to meet Mr.Sam Prado. On the way back to Chennai, he was thinking deep. He realized how uncertain life is; and a moment is enough to change everything.

Everything is transitory and strings of control are elsewhere he was saying to himself. His life changed after, though the meeting didn’t happen at all.

Now he takes life as it comes, living every moment, being kind, Showering love and try making this world a better place. Particularly he never postpones what needs to be done for he is only sure of this moment and not his next moment.