Happiness is Priceless

One evening, I happened to come by an itinerant girl nearby my office. She was dressed in school uniform and was selling flowers. It was writ large she hailed from a economically poor family and worked post-school hours to earn  to support herself and her family. She was an ambitious person too! Each one of us would have encountered such a person at some place or the other. Like most of us would do, I  I would usually buy things from such people with an intention to help them rather than to buy what is sold for my use.

I bought some flowers and paid 20 rupees. Undoubtedly this gave her immense joy which I could read from her face. When I asked her how she manages her time between her study and working hours, I received from her a poignant reply. She had a target and a purpose that evening. She needed to earn 100 rupees that evening so she could buy stationary to prepare for her approaching exams. When I compared the little girl's life with times I had spent 1000s of rupees merely to treat people, I was totally moved and felt speechless about the yawning gap between the lifestyles of a poor man and that of a man with a little better economic background like myself.

I immediately took two hundred rupees note and handed over to the girl and told her to keep them as an advance payment in exchange of daily supply of flowers at the rate of 10 rupees per day in the coming days for the whole amount. It was my money. Money I earned through my hard labour and success. I researched, I drafted, I represented and finally obtained orders to my client who now by that order have become eligible to be appointed as a police officer. And from that money, a part of it now is spent for a cause bringing immediate happiness in someone's life which made me happy too.

The expression of happiness on the face of the girl was Priceless. And I also thank God for making an another part of dream come true through this incident!

Us

WHen I saw her first time, my heart pulse rate raised high, stuttered while I spoke to her and was madly attracted physically to her. She was cute and hot at times. But she definitely carried the look of a woman married to a man hailing from a elite society. I could never even have imagined, I would get a chance to taker her out for a lunch.

It started when as she was passing me by after her work, stopped to have a conversation with some of her acquaintance. She stood so close to me that I decided either now or never I can get this close to her. So i decided to move a little closer so that i could be within the reach of my voice and at the same time it looked casual. I began saying something relating to ST.JU. for which she immediately turned and saw me with a surprise look and said "sir you dint come later".

well whatever that be. she was quick at response yet i felt little disappointed with myself for not having got her phone number before she left. Luckily she had not left yet. she was still in the car park chatting with her friend. I pounced upon the chance to approah her again and this time I gave my visiting card first which was followed by similar reaction. she gave her visiting card.

so thats how it begun. a lunch to now where she cooks and brings food for me and today we would remember the smell of each other upon us.
 never got down and hen the dusk set in, 

My alter ego

Day dreaming personality is what my alter ego is or are there even possible chances I am a day dreamer by birth and my alter ego is what the other personality is.

Mr. Kulandaiswami, my school teacher, who taught me English in my 7th grade and Botany in my 11th grade, one day, when i was in his Botany class, he very enthusiastically clapped at me and said "Hey Day-dreamer, you are gonna become a big man one day". I can never forget that and I owe so much to the legend who is not more bodily in this world.

The statement he made was so much necessary for me since every time i get upset because of some troubles caused to me while day dreaming, yet I take that positively based on how the dear sir described me once.

In fact, everyone i encountered had told me my mind never stayed with him even when i am healthily interacting with them. most of my friends had warned me not possess that attitude since it is likely to offend any one who interacts with me since they might think i don't concentrate on what others speak to me and therefore there is a likelihood that they construe it as a humiliation against them.

My school teacher was the only person who had described that attitude very positively. Normally he could sent me out of the class for not listening in the class room. But that genius just like me, could differentiate the Day dreaming with not concentrating in the class room which is too low a attitude to be matched with the former.

My senior Mr. Raghavachari, is an another fabulous personality who had noticed the attitude in me and had commented positively about it without disapproval. Once he was giving me certain facts upon which he asked me work out providing legal solution, i suddenly lost myself into thought when i immediately heard a booh like oye sound which was from my Senior who curiously  asked me "Do you need a catalyst after every word to make you listen?". oh my god, i was startled when he said that.

Today when i lost myself into thought while looking through the windows watching vehicles move by, i hear a sound "Hey Dreamer". I look towards the direction, i see my senior walking into his chamber without expecting any reaction from me. :)

The Josh surprise

I received a text message to my mobile from a number which I could not identify form whom it could have sent. The message read "hi! hw r u?. Recently I needed to delete all the filed from my mobile for a specific reason. I had noted down the most important numbers alone in a personal diary which was also not to be found. My immediate guess was it must be Johs, how i call her thought its not her full name. I met her while travelling in a metro bus to my office. Usually women never take the men's seat in Metro bus unless they a) travel with her male companions, or they are aged or irrespective of the both, either the seat that is empty is next to a very old man or  a decent looking chap as was in my case!

Josh, when she came sat next to me, i could not stifle my desire to initiate a talk with her and so I did and ended with exchange of numbers. Once a very shy guy who would not hesitate to even run away if he spots a girl nearby or shiver to remain close, is whom now throws casual chat with attractive women he comes across and possibly gets their numbers too. This is how it began between us.

Though it was I, assuming I remember it correct, me who sent the first SMS, then both of them started exchanging series of messages discussing about range of things to chat about. I was too curious to call her up and chat which I believe is a step forward in a relationship like these. I successfully did at one saturday afternoon. Josh felt very sympathetic about my bachelor's life because of lack of proper diet and even made a formal assurance to come prepare me a good meal one day at my residence. I still wish it should happen. Once you call a woman and chat, a little advance stage in the relationship is to call her during that lonely lonely hours:) Well! all these days I never could make it. One day I received a message from her stating he was met with an accident. She informed me about this at very late night.Pulling a chance, I immediately tried calling her at once not only because I was a little worried too but also thought considered it was the best time to make the next move. But it ended in a failure she seems to have had been accompanied by her father that night.

So last night was the next Oppurtunity I get. I haven't spoken to her for the last two weeks and it was very odd. I had lost all the numbers; so possibly I could not try contacting her also. So the message i received last night spoke more than the words. After sending a couple of messages, i openly asked her I could call her and speak as i felt like. She texted me saying she may not be able to speak in audible voice. As soon as i recgnised her assent, i called her and we spoke for about an hour till my balance got over. Poor girl kept messaging me thereafter but i coudn't reply including morning wishes. I am still in office, dint go to court since today is a boycott. First i should recharge my balance and continue our conversation without prejudice to both of our personal lives :) 

Dear Valentine

I always wanted to feel the real joy of valentines’ day. I knew I could not have it for these many years only because being in relationship is not as easy and quick as loving someone. When we love we just love we don’t anticipate any future events that may put us in disappointment but while being in a relationship we should ideally think about all angles of a particular action which will bear upon the life of the person in relationship with. I never had the patience which another major reason for failing to continue a relationship with a woman for a considerable length of period.

I was searching without tiredness for someone who may bring some differences in my life not mere sexually but as a good replacement of persons I had met and could have learnt so many things if we had not parted our ways with.

A “Hi” and my request to her asking her to direct me towards thendral coloney while I was pretending as if I had lost my way – is how it all began. We both loved each other and infact shared every of our past life events with each other, hoping will fill in the gap made for the period we hadn’t met. I was not aware she too like me was searching for someone to replace her missing dear and loved one. The only difference between us was that I lost my love till I found it in her but she didn’t. I cant describe how hard it is to one when the woman whom you love, loves you too but has her heart for someone else. I took it as a test and began practicing. Practiced not to let my heart suffer or go weak when the day it becomes clear what my role actually is.

But after-all love is without expectation isn’t? Love is universal and the varieties are many. I ofcourse love her and she loves me to. There ends the matter. I don’t care what she dress she wears how she wears or how she talks or behaves or what she likes and what she doesn’t. I am happy she is there to call me up and say how much she loves me and how much I mean to her and how much she values me. 

One more moment to cherish

I could have very well opt to spend the Sunday at my home. My senior had not called me yet, though I took his permission for leave of two days only. I know I might have to face the unexpected and inevitable situations which is common for a practicing lawyer. So in order to keep myself prepared for such scenario, I was in office on Sunday flipping through papers of cases which was posted on Monday. I spent a little extra time to read the second appeals which requires sufficient time to make oneself get a grip on even the basic issue of both fact and law.

After spending almost two and thereabout hours of reading a second appeal in which there is concurrent findings of the courts below against my client, I concluded it had no case and felt I had wasted my time reading it since I would not under normal circumstances argue such case and went ahead to read other cases.

The next day when the item reached, I hardly would have expected the counsel who appeared for the respondent was a senior counsel, and that the Judge would insist me to represent the case and that the my senior, when I text him about the same, would ask me start. (he usually had told me to start in ‘n’ number of cases but this was the first time  where I was asked to start arguing in a case which I felt it had no case at all not because I could not find anything supportive in my client’s favour but simply because the courts below had passed blantantly an extremely biased verdict

This could be possibly one of or may be even the most happiest moment I had in the High Court of Chennai for having engaged in a legal tussle with a competent opponent in pursuance of deliverying justice to the parties.

The Judge who, at the beginning of the argument, was holding a different view from what I was trying to propose to him. Later when he read the evidence of one of the defendants, he began siding with me and the other side senior counsel was became defenseless with nothing but reiterating same points and highlighting self-defeating parts of the Judgment. The Judge himself had suggested remanding the matter for which the other side senior counsel was not in agreement, and thereby he himself, I guess, had paved the way for his own defeat.

The matter is only reserved for orders but the suspense will break only on next week sometime at the day of pronouncement of the judgment.

After all this I was going through, all I could think with pre-occupied mind was to touch the feet of my senior V. Raghavachari, the living legend and get his blessings just like that for all he has provided me and make my life feel as more worth than I ever imagined of

Next to Mother's Love

It's 3 am. i have already woken up. Sleep was evading me since then. For a moment, I tried to erase off the yesterday-close-to-midnight incident. I thought it wasn't even worth thinking about. I had to leave this place permanently(for ever)! After all this is not the place i wished for to be as my residence. Infact it would be last abode i would ever desire to choose.
Then what made be deeply upset? what was that bothing me non-stop?
I dont want to throw the entire blame upon my father for the situation I was put into. INfact, as my cousin bro pointed, I could be the sole reason for what ever i am facing.
The problem is not that I am dependent on my friends to stay, though the cause of my angst flow from the very same fact. The friends I mean The friends alone. I can barely issues with friends who provide me shelter but i could not stand to accept the uninvited and uncessary imposition of self-claimed authority-like over me by people who were no were connected to me except to the extent that they control the lives of my frineds in one sence or the other. I dont mean that the people whom i refer here are bosses of my friends but they are not meant to be opposed in their decision so easily by my friends.
So i packed my bag, as the sun set to rise, and left leaving my travel bag which i think i will take it in a day or two.
The incident - I expressed to the people  not to dictate me. nothing else.

Fortunately or unfortunately my dad called this morning. I had to pass on all the anger, frustration, rage, my father who turned speechless despite having been hurled up with many of my such acts.
I dint care if my cousing bro was with us but I had to for i was too afraid of missing the oppurtunity of securing a good accomodation which was promised by one Guy, possibly a broker.
My father took it too slow. The guy wanted us to meet him int he morning but i was in court thinking my father and bro willtake care. But had to rush to Kalaivanar arangam to go myself to meet the broker with my bro after i was told that my father never met my bro who had come all the way to the arangam to pick my dad and mainly for the sake of me.
When i reached the arangam i was given shock to see my dad chatting with my bro. Had I known that or alteast assured confirminly i would not have delegated my work which was as important for a man who is in jail wants to come out and went all the way to arangam to my bro.
All this pissed me off , so i vent all my frusration and anger my fathr like i never did before possibly.
It continued for long and even after we went there to ANna nagar where we were informed by the broker that he cant meet us today due to his other personal engangement and asked us to meet him the next day.
I burst again at my father and criticised him and blamed him for the failur n the plan. i was not much convinved by my father when he told me that we would meet him the next day
after a long hour of verbal assault i showed no mercy even at the time when we coming back together on our way back to our room
we went to arangam before we came to our place and had dinner in Nair's mess and then my father left to the hotel alone and i came here to this net-cafe to type this and record it down.
I infact despite all felt like i would go with me dad for a walk by the beach as we both have done along with my mon and sis as a family for many many years back when i would not even finished 5th grade
But father seemed a little tired and at his age, it is quite understandable, though he is someone with unbelievable stamina and energitic chap.
However the epic was when I told my dad, when we were sitting arangam, this late evening, that he was sole cause for me to hurl such abuses,
He responded, "Your are my son and if not you than from whom else i would take such things?" I went speechless.