What can Anna Hazare do?

“Say No to” A loud voice from the group of people shouted and it was followed by a louder chorus “CORRUPTION”. 

This was getting louder and louder as everyone on the road near the Total mall in madiwala, Bangalore turned to see what was happening. It was the 5^th day of Anna’s Fast and People were growing in anger as they were violently trying to be Non-violent. The youngsters turned up in large numbers with a common T-shirt saying “Say No to Corruption”.

There were college students, Old men, Small children and also family ladies in the group. Many guys in the road watching this started to join the group and it was growing bigger and bigger. The government will surely notice this as a big issue was the thought in Mahesh’s mind. He was a great admirer of Anna Hazare but he doesn’t know why he admires him. [I think that there are many Indian youngsters who want to do something for the country but ends up in supporting Anna Hazare or people of that kind believing them]

Mahesh was in the group shouting at the peak of his voice. When he turned to check his friends he saw a familiar eye in the group a few meters behind him. Then he checked the person to whom the eyes belonged. He stood there motionless seeing jaanu in the group. It was almost 3 years since both met each other. Jaanu’s eyes also met with Mahesh. Both heard a similar dialogue in the back of their minds.

“By the terms of law in Indian government, I hear by declare that your divorce is accepted” Judge hit hard the table with his tool which shook both of them.

Almost three years after that day, both met each other. They have taken different paths in their life. Mahesh was working as a chief cameraman in TV 9 and Jaanu was working as a nurse in a home which takes care of the old people. Mahesh wanted to talk something with her but hesitated and it was the same case with her also. Mahesh somehow managed his ego and was about to go near her when suddenly he was pulled by his friend to the front rows of the group.

Mahesh moved with his eyes fixed on Jaanu. “Anna Hazare ki, Anna Hazare ki” The same loud voice was shouting and the others followed with the chorus “jae, jae”.

Janaki (Called as jaanu by her closer ones) was thinking about the days with Mahesh. She didn’t get out of the shock from seeing him again. She was thinking whether he is still in love with her. Mahesh had similar thoughts. Janaki thinking of this missed to see her dress catching fire by her own firewood in her hand. Suddenly she saw that and shouted as loud as she can. Mahesh realized that it was her voice. There was a sense of Panic in the crowd while Mahesh madly came running to her and helped her out of the fire by hugging her and going rounds of revolving in the road.

Jaanu has fainted because of the shock. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Mahesh holding her on him and also saw his eyes wet. She was feeble in her voice when she asked “Do you still love me.?”

He nodded his head like a small child and burst out crying.  Jaanu kissed him on his cheek and told “I saw you because of Anna Hazare…….. Should thank him mahesh”

“Jaanu….. I need to tell something to you which I have never told you in the way it has to be told” Mahesh was so emotional with his last words

“I Love you and Life is nothing for me without you” Mahesh told with great soul in it and hugged her.

My First Love Letter

All the characters subjected to this letter are imaginative and any coincidence to real life is very unfortunate and Highly Dangerous [ for me :P ]
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Bangalore,

16/08/2011,

My dear Hema,

This is my first love letter, not only first to you - but first in my life. I am weak in my English as well as expressing my love directly to you seeing your eyes. So, I have decided to write a letter. But, now I am feeling this is harder than that.

I don’t know the meaning of love, but “I am in love with you” - This is how people tell after ‘Varanam Ayiram’ movie. I am not a good poet as every lover is expected to be, but I can express my feelings about you.............. “I feel like listening to an ilayaraja melody when you talk with me. I feel both summer and winter with a cool drizzle at the same time when you are near me. I feel my mom’s love for me in your eyes, when i see you. Totally,...... I feel heaven with you in my Life.”

I am a great fan of Simbhu [T.R.R.Silambarasan] and so, I don’t care about you being three years elder than me. I know that you are not my caste, but I promise you that I will never ask your caste or religion. I know you are superior to me in Education and as well as Salary but I don’t give a damn about that. I know you are taller than me - That is not my fault and If that is the reason for not accepting my proposal, it is so silly.

whenever I see you, this song plays in the interior of my heart

“Aval Apadi ondrum azhagilai, aanal adhu oru kurai ilai.......”

I can convince my parents and I think we can convince your parents as well. I don’t know actually how long this letter should be and so, I am stopping here with a question mark - literally

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Now the ball is in your court...........I will wait for your reply and not REACTION   ;)

Yours Lovingly,

Balu

P.S :

If you don’t like me or my letter [or both], Please consider the matter dropped and return the letter to me. I request you not to take any action on me using your position of being the PROJECT LEAD........ to me...... :P

People call this what?

24-06-11 21:30 I was in shanthi nagar bus stand and My bus to Chennai was by 21:15. Had a lot of time. When you have a lot of time and a good place to sit & watch the crowd, it is a real pleasure in Bangalore.  Cool breeze, Hi-fi city, Modern girls who try hard to make themselves look even more modern and finally the busy buses…… you will not know how the time passes by.

“G3 koan-sa stop mei aa raha hein?”a stranger near me in his early 40’s asked me. He is for sure a north Indian.

“Malum nayein ji….”I said as that is the only thing probably I know in hindi.

My bus arrived by 21:00 and when I was about to get into the bus I saw already someone sitting inside the bus. Guess what friends…… She was like the kareena kapoor in ‘Jab we met’ but with a saree. I went inside the bus acting like I am not noticing her and took my ticket outside to check out the seat number. It was 13. She was sitting in 14(damn lucky I felt. Don’t know why….. Common man :) ).

“Excuse me “I said as she lifted her eyes slowly towards me. Wow! What a beautiful eyes, Everything is perfect about it. “Can you pls make way for me. My seat number is 13……hmm…. Window seat mam”

Eyes still looking at me cool but her voice murmuring something.

“Hello mam……. Are you listening to me.”

“hmm… what the hell they think. How can they give me ticket saying……..mm….. nothing” she was talking but not moving to give me space.

“k…..let me hear to all this after I sit. Pls can you move…….”

“can’t you sit somewhere else till I talk with the conductor.”

“I am not gonna eat you madam……. Can you pls move” I told smiling. I don’t know why I told that. I have never spoken to any women like this before.

She looked at me like she would shoot me if she had a gun in her hand and to my surprise she moved. There is general saying “You cannot understand women”. But I felt I have understood this women.

I sat in my seat and felt like India has won the world cup once again.

“I am chinna…..hmm...to be apt chinna Veerappan and how can I call you”

“Call me Mam or madam as you have been doing it for the last few minutes” she said giving me a dirty look.

I felt bad but liked it somewhere from the interior of my heart. “Ok Mam” I told and put my headphones on without playing any songs. I have a closer look now and I felt she is one of the good looking girls I have seen in Bangalore and she looked like she is in early 20s. Long hair, smell of charlie scent, Sharp eyes and one thing I was not able to guess is whether she is a tamil girl or not. Decided to try a trick. Dangerous but the guts came to me from somewhere that day.

I started talking over the headphone without even making the call “Solra machan. I am on my way to singaara chennai. one more thing........ Busla yaen pakathula sema …..”

‘Enamo yaetho, yaenam thiraluthu munae........’ Her phone started ringing. I stopped where I was and It took few minutes to come out of the shock. So, the probability of she being tamil is now 100%.

Then when the bus was about to start, the conductor came into check the empty seats. “Hello sir. Evangaluku yaetho prachanayaam” I said to the conductor.

“Oru prachanayum ila sir.” she told to the conductor and just murmured something looking at me. I was able to catch what she was murmuring “No one can eat me..”.

After the bus started I kept quiet and she also was quiet. As my music was not playing I was able to hear few “Take care” calls and “bye! I love you baby” calls around me.

Bus slowly reached Hosur and My cell phone shifted roaming from sim1 to sim2.

Suddenly bus came to a halt near the hosur bus stand. Few of them entered the bus. One man who looked exactly like the salman khan of the south came directly looking at us and stopped near us saying “Hi baby”............ After that he spoke something but nothing I cared to listen.

Few seconds later he turned to me and told “Sir can you have a change of seat. It is 16, a window seat as well. I think you can understand.”

“Ya”I told as I moved towards the opposite side of the bus and placed myself comfortable. I gave a final look of the night at them and pressed my push back. Suddenly I saw a girl behind the seat where I was sitting. She was in her teen with a white salwar kameez. she was not beautiful as the other girl but definitely she was good looking. Then I started to sleep but whenever the bus stopped for some reason I thought of both the girls. I thought of the former one less and the latter more.

People call this what? If the salman khan of the south had not entered I would have thought only about that girl but now...........