Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Dear Superstar 1


Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction 
 
"Dada...can I call u by this name?," A little girl of 6 came running towards me as I entered my house. She resembled her mother.
"Appa...meet Akhila your loving granddaughter," My daugher Hema introduced me to Akhila whom I was meeting for the first time ever since her birth. Having spent  14 long years in prison ,I have realized that life had been too harsh on me for I even failed to recognize my own  kith and kin.

"Yes dear...I am your dada. You never knew how delighted I am to see you and hold you my dear," I took her in my laps and kissed on her soft tender cheeks. She soon left for school and we never met until dinner. The night was still young yet everyone at home was fast asleep. I lolled on the couch near the window peeping outside admiring the scenic beauty and vastness of the night sky. It had been long since I sat like this in complete silence. Those were the days of fame when I was at my career peak. The house which I lived for 30 years failed to embrace me. All because of a fateful day.  The day I got linked to a murder case. 

There was few minutes of silence as I lied on the couch introspecting where things went wrong . "Dadaaa..," My granddaughter sat next to me. "How was school today?," I gently asked her, ruffling her thick dark curls.
"school isn't fun," She complained. 

"Where were you all these days dada?," I saw a glimpse of innocence reflecting in her shiny eyes as she uttered these words.
"I was outside the town lovely," I said as she sat on my lap. "Why didn't you come to meet me even once?," She said, her eyes turned moist with tears.
"Oh lovely ,don't cry...now that I'm back ..I promise I will be with your forever," I wiped the tears rolling on her cheeks with a napkin.
"But you know..some of my friends mock me saying you were sentenced to jail," She said making a puppy face.

"And you murdered someone ...," She continued.
"Is it true?," She questioned me something I was well prepared to answer.
"Oh dearie. Its time to sleep. you have to wake up early tomorrow ," I said to her. "No Dada..you are going to tell me else I will not talk to you ," She was visibly a defiant kid. All my attempts to refrain from this topic seemed futile. "Ok I will tell you..but before that you need to make a promise. I opened my palm to make the gesture.
“promise me you will never ever say this to anyone," I asked her.
"Ok ..I will not tell anyone.. not even Amma,"  She immediately held my hand and smiled.

I took a deep breath and began…

"You might be unaware that I was a reigning superstar of Tamil Cinema during the 80's and the 90's era. I had a huge fan following. People especially youngsters were crazy behind me and would perform religious rituals every time my movie released. That time I considered myself lucky for I had great people around me who appreciated and encouraged me with their constant support. They loved me and even put me next to their God," I smiled as the word made my nostalgic.
Little Akhila’s gaze was fixed upon my eyes as I told her my story. I believed that she found it intriguing. "Wow..I'm sure you must be having many female fans as well," She laughed.

"oh yes” I laughed at her question. “An ensemble of females gathered outside our house just outside that verandah whenever my new film released," I pointed my index finger towards the verandah. 

"They would come with garlands and flower bouquets to wish me and catch a glimpse of their hero," I continued.
"I would address them from the balcony ,"
"Amazing! How lucky a person you were dada," She said as she reclined on the sofa resting her head upon my shoulder.

 "I met your grandmother at the set of  'Veera Paandi' where she was casted opposite me. I tell you that it was love at the first sight," I smiled at my granddaughter who by then showed signs of sleep.  I carried her to the bedroom where her mother and father slept. 

I married 'Rajatha' ,the reigning queen of Tamil Cinema of the 70’s on 19th September ,1981 . The very next year she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. The birth of the new born showered much more luck upon me and I reached a zenith of my career in the next 5 years with every movie being a hit. During that decade I won several accolades and many filmfares and National awards. Rajatha and I lived happily along with our daughter Hema. It would be foolish, infact too foolish to say that I never loved my family. I looked after them and Rajatha stopped doing  films after Hema was born. She transformed herself into a perfect housewife taking care of me and our daughter.

 ( to be continued ...)

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Monday, August 04, 2008

Family,Office and Love. (Blogisode2)

Family,Office and Love.   (Blogisode2)
 (From Office)
‘Hello RK,’ said Deepak with a big smile on his face.
‘Good Morning, Deep’ Ram said with a straight face.
‘I wanted to ask about the agreement that we made with “Swire”, do you have any idea regarding that,’ Ram asked Deepak.
‘You need to talk to our boss , how can I say that. You  are the team leader and you are asking me,’ Deepak  was confused.
Ramkumar (also called as RK by his  office peers) was working as a senior software Engineer  at Convex  Software Ltd.He was  the senior most member along with  Parul Sinha. He was the team leader of his group that comprised of 8 members.
‘May I come in sir,’ Ram stood by his boss’s cabin door.
‘Yes ,’ said  Mr. Mishra.
‘I actually wanted to know the status of your project RK,’
‘You should know that you just have one more day to go. How far have you reached now? Tell me the project status Mr. RK,’ Mishra asked Ram.
‘Actually sir ,we are still spotting out the error. May be we will complete it by Saturday” Ram said with a sad face.
‘Saturday!!’ Mishra was angry and shouted at Ram.
‘You were supposed to  submit the project by Thursday and I hope that you were aware of the deadline,’ Mishra was angry .
‘Complete it fast and submit it as soon as possible,’ Mishra was annoyed.
Ram was quite confused. Being a team leader, he was responsible for the delay of the project work. He was helpless and urged his team members to complete the work as fast as possible.
‘What happened,’
‘Ram,I hope you are alright,’ Parul said with a smile.
Ram was in a deep thought. He was unaware of what was happening around him.
‘Ram!!!’ screamed Parul .
‘Ahh, hi Pari ,’ said Ram.
‘So whats up !!,’asked Parul fidgeting her mobile phone.
‘Just screwed up in this thing called Project,’Ram said with a sad face.
‘Common!! Project isn’t everything Ram,’ Parul said to him.
‘Lets go out, refresh yourself,’ Parul compelled Ram.
‘But yar, boss is angry on our group, we need to submit our project,’ Ram said.
‘Mr. Ram, spending  1 hour with your girlfriend is no harm at all,’ Parul winked at Ram.
‘Let’s go,’
And they both went to Wiles Park, the place where they went for their first date.
Every one in office knows about Ram’s and Parul’s relationship.They both were dating each other for the past 2 years.
'Lets go now,' and they both leave...

 (to be continued...)

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Family,Office and Love. (Blogisode1)

Family,Office and Love.   (Blogisode1)
 (All characters in this post are imaginary.)
'What is this, Ram? I need to talk to you regarding some serious issue’, Ravikumar said to Ramkumar with an angry tone.
‘What matter?’ asked Ramkumar.
Ramkumar was Ravikumar’s only son .Ravikumar (will be called Ravi from on) and Shyamala were very proud of their son Ramkumar.He was the biggest asset to them. Ram was their only hope to the family. Ravi and Shyamala had laid all hopes on him and were hopeful that he will take care of his sister Archana.Ram was turning 26 and his parents had some different plan.
‘Dad! What happened?’ questioned Ram.
‘I am getting late for office. Shall we talk later dad.’ smiled Ramkumar.
‘Sure son, but do come home early ‘Ravi said addressing his son.
‘Fine Appa, I will try’ said Ram.
‘bye Appa, bye Amma ‘Ram left.
‘Shyamala, can you get me a cup of coffee, dear?’ Ravi asked his wife, with Hindustan Times on his hand.
‘Seri (ok)’ Shyama went to kitchen to make coffee.
Meanwhile Ravi was reading Hindustan times.
The Kumar’s lived in a small town near Coimbatore .They were Orthodox Brahmins from Pallakad.Ravikumar was working in Customs .Few years ago, he took voluntary retirement for his son’s education. He took his VRS when he was left with 10 years of his service.
‘Take your coffee ‘Shyama placed the coffee cup on the table.
‘Umm, the coffee is sweet just like my sweet wife’ Ravi said taking a sip.
‘Archana is here and you should know that she is a grown up kid now’ said Shyama.
‘Shyama, you make me feel old .Who would say that I am a father of 2 children’ winked Ravi.
Archana was Ravi’s   daughter and she was doing her 12th class from Sri Kalyan College of Science near Coimbatore. As usual she was once again late for her lecture and was late for her Zoology class. Shyama was having a casual chat with her husband regarding their son.
‘Amma!!’ Archana shouted for once.
‘Where is my lunch box’ Archana shouted at her mother with an angry tone.
‘Take your lunch box and do come home early’ Shyama said to Archana with a straight face.
‘Seri Maa (ok mom)’
‘Bye Appa’ Archana hurried.