IN-BETWEEN B.C …………………………… A.D

IN-BETWEEN        B.C   ……………………………   A.D

  All the human life is divided like this, you need something to know in it, let me explain. It’s a real incident, if you have dough in the story; you can refer the person, 3km away from pollachi, udumalai road, famous temple entrance.

   Whole universe follow the year calculation and indication as b.c and a.d, Jesus birth and death divide the world. And the people forget his living period.  If People forget the living period of a worth full person, how they remember the ordinary person's life. It’s really tough for them.

Somewhere in-between 1992 - 2010

    Fat old lady with less eye power (eyelid are not visible to us), and with a walking stick ,  in order to identify where she moves either road or mud, her foot lost its sensation in absence of her footwear. She wears a saree and it looks like it been only washed using water (no detergent). In her left hand there is a low-quality hand bag. She was walking to the famous temple in slow and steady manner.  After reaching the famous temple entrance she raises her head, joint her both hands and prayed. Then she sat in the entrance by removing her hand bag and she took water bottle from it. Only thing she had is clean water. After she came to his position with co-worker who been there. Then she raised her hand to ask money. A man took a one rupee coin and gave her. Yes she is a beggar.

    I just came to the near shop of the temple to buy flowers for the household gods. While buying the flower I noted this lady and feel for her poverty and made a question in my mind where her husband?  Where her son or relatives? Why she had this name “beggar”. I didn’t get the answer, I went home with more question.

         I forget this incident and carried out my regular works.

Somewhere in-between 2003- 2010

For every birthday of mine, someone will wish me, who they are really close to me. My grandfather will wish me every time in the morning at 6 o’clock through phone.

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     on my birthday  I am waiting for the wish of my grand pa, at 6’oclock  my landline rang with full sound, I quickly ran to take the phone and said “ hello grand pa ” with eagerness  to hear his wish.

 But the voices from lady tone such a familiar voice to me “happy birthday sarath can you recognize my voice “questioned me.

   “Ya is it my aunty vijaya “muttered to her, silence in the phone.

“No I am mami jayalakhmi we stayed near to your flat “her voice with disappointment hence I didn’t identity her voice. She remember my birth day because her husband birthday also in same date.

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On the following year, I didn’t have thought of my birthday because this time I had first term test in school. I slept late in night because of the exam. Moring 6’oclock, my phone start to ring, my mom called me take the phone “sarath someone going to wish be quick “she ordered.

  Then I moved to the hall to take the phone, again a lady voice “hello sarath happy birthday to you “she expressed his wish.

 “Is it aunty vijaya “I asked her…

“No I am mami jayalakshmi “this year also you didn’t recognize me. She hanged the phone.

My mom looked me in bizarre way.

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Next year

 For this birthday I should not disappoint her, I woke at 5o’ clock, waiting for her wish, till 7 ‘o’clock I waited no respond from any one. So i moved to take bath. She not forgets me but I made her to forget my birthday. My first wish always makes difference.

No one wished me at first, after giving a chocolate I got the respond from everyone.

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 In-between 2011 - 2013

 I am a college student now, in my first year;   college starts on august so none of my college friend knows about my birthday. In July month everyone busy to see infrastructure of their engineering college.

   On my second year of college life on  July 22 , sharp at 12’oclock my Samsung phone rang , I made my eyes open , I searching for the phone on my bed , in darkness I struggling to pick the phone though the phone has LED display. I always placed the phone in reverse direction so I can’t judge the phone where it is... finally I took the phone noted the LED display for contact name its “sathya calling”. Mobile invasions   are good because it display name of the person who calling you so you can be prepare to say their name.

  Friend’s, one girls is calling me at 12 ‘o’clock what an unusual thing I am sure something is wrong in the universe. I picked the mobile and placed it in my right ears opponent voice continued “ sharath happy birthday to you “ ya this is wrong thing in the universe I born yet once again.   

“Thanks sathya, what a surprise you called me at late night for the birthday wish” I said.

“It’s my pleasure to surprise my friend, be happy” she said.

I placed my phone in reverse direction I slept.

Moring at 8oclock I went to the famous temple for the wish from god who made me have happy today. While walking in the main road it’s so rush because it’s a pick hour school children with their dad in bike rushing to the school. This reminds my past days of my school days with my dad who drives me to the school. While having thought about it I reach the famous temple entrance. Fat lady was sitting in the entrance; I avoid the eye contact of her because I have no money to present her. I moved inside, after a prayer I gave chocolate to everyone in the temple.

   For few minutes I sat in the temple. Then I moved out, while passing the way I gave chocolate to all beggar sitting in the entrance, everyone blessed me by placing their right hand in my head. After that all ate the chocolate expect the fat old lady. I amazed by the lady me though she doesn’t like the flavor but why she kept in her bag.

   Then i moved to the near flower shop, I gave chocolate to them, and they too blessed me, owner lady asked me to wait for minute as she went inside to take some flowers for me as a gift. Meanwhile I moved my eye to the temple entrance poor old lady with the happy face talking to the child, who is in neat uniform. I think child may study first standard in a near school. The lady took the chocolate from her bag and gave to the boy. Boy gets the chocolate from her and kissed her on the cheeks.

  “Ram come here, already late now be quick need to go to school” said by a man who is in distance from the temple entrance trying to start the T.V.S 50.

 “Yes dad, I am coming” said ram “bye granny, reach home quickly in the evening “.

Lady gave her money to the boy and said “bye ram, buy something to eat “.

Boys kissed his granny and get off with his father.

That lady is not beggar; she has his son, and grandson. Comparing the son and grandson, son doesn’t have affection on his own mother.

Son made his mother as beggar and made money from her, I can’t express they incident it’s horrible then a rape scene.  I am unhappy about the thing happen in my birthday I got lesson. I realized it in my next birthday only.

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 July 22, 2012

 I got my birthday wish from more than 100 people, but my past birthdays happiness   fulfilled on this birthday because I got the wish from my parents. Without them I can’t survive in this world. before the birth,  I doesn’t know about my parents and after death too I doesn’t know about my parents  but in my present day where my soul is active I will take care my parents, fulfill their needs , your parents are    IN-BETWEEN        B.C   ……………………………   A.D”

        

              

Your wife hates you

Your wife hates you

“Do you know, your wife hates you?  Don’t get angry, ya she hates you Because of ...........”

              India has the population of 1.21 billion as per 2011. In  Tamil nadu has the populations of 72.14 million in the same year of survive. According to official statics given by family court source, about 6000 divorce cases were pending apart from 700 cases for alimony.

   “Why I am saying this, everything will cope up “

                                                           It’s a fine day, new school for me.  I am sitting separate in the class room without knowledge what other’s talking about. I not a moody character but the school atmosphere makes me like that. It’s a Christianity school , I am studying iv standard,  now this my school for 5 years , I will study here. After the five year, I need to change my school, hence school restrict the co-education after the class eighth. I need to follow the rule because they be superior  for 5 years.

            I surrounded by 85% classmates as lower-middle class people only by means of money. They have more mark than me. I belong to middle class family one step up only through money and knowledge. I am afraid to talk to near person or friend in the class because they used bad word often in their conversation. So I avoid the conversation and restrict the unwanted speech.

Why they use bad word in this age of 9. What the problem to use the bad word. ” is they have so many problems”, “no not”. They use bad word because they can’t find good words. This is the only reason. I am sure in it.

    In some case if they can’t find any word or to restrict your work they will say “your wife will hates you don’t do that….”

               “If they can’t find good things in a person, because they don’t know what good is”

Some incident for your view

                           its real incidents in my life

After eight standards   one of my classmates called through phone and asked me “which school you going to join?”

 Me: “I going to join in school named ………”, “and you?” I asked him.

 Friend    : He laughed and continued “hey what f….. Joining in that school join some other school”

  Me        :  Why? What the reason?

 Friend     :  Because there is no perfect coaching in that school and you will not write the public                          examination in your school too

Me           : So what’s the problem in it I can go for coaching class in private?

Friend       : But the examination center is not in your school known, because on the time of public examination our school will give book to write the exam, to improve pass percentage.

Me           : What you saying, subject book will provide at the time of examination

Friend      : Ya it true, my neighbor boy studying in that school, this is a secret information don’t say it to anyone 

Me           : sorry I can’t join in your school because I paid the school fees

Friend      : so what, money is doesn’t a matter. Do what you want, your school has more student from village    they will talk more bad word and there character also worst. And you too need to be with them for 2 year.  Your character also will spoil, on interacting with them. Especially your wife will hate you.

Me: thanks for the free advice man, bye...

I need to underline the last phrase. whatever   he may talk but how he knows about my wife. It’s a stupid conversation with him. Another thing is there no book is provided in the public exam for the student. It is a trick by management to get the more strength of weak students and put them in special coaching and getting more money. They will keep weak students for one year and they will throw them out of the school. (Condition apply)         

                 

INCIDENCE IN MY COLLEGE

              My parents tried lot to send me to the hostel but they fail. At last in college I came forward to stay in hostel for a period in my second year. I got good roommates all studying people…. So no problem for assignment, I can get from them. I always stay away from them, so no one will say me as bright student and they don’t need my help too. I am lazy guy.

        Hostel has different people in different form.

 Someone with book

Someone with cards

Someone with chess board

Someone with snacks

Someone with washing cloths

Someone with half sleep

Someone with mp3 player

But, maximum everyone with mobile phones…… (Phones means someone with 2 more phone)

One guy always with the mobile he never keeps the phone down neither battery is down. I felt strange with this guy, how he can speak to girl. Ya opponent  is a girl, while crossing him I noted the voice from phone, its a female one. He never keeps the phone down… talk talk… I thought that girl be his lover but why he need to use different sim for every one hour daily, to talk to a girl. I confused. The boy name is varun kumaran.

                                              All my roommates gone for a vacation leave. I be staying in hostel hence I missed the college bus to my home. I need to spend one night in hostel……… my roommates locked the room and key is with them. I need to be stay in others room who all missed their bus and who never miss the Wednesday night food (parota).

                                          I am staying tonight next room of mine. I entered the room, one boy siting at the last with the phone, He is it named  varun kumaran. He introduced himself with his name…. and then he moved to chat in the phone. After that he put the charge for the phone and He went to sleep, I too. I woke up in the middle at night, I checked my watch time 11.30pm. More silence, message tone from the varun mobile broke the silence. Varun rushed from the bed to talk the phone before he took it, the light from the phone turned off. Due to darkness in the room he mistakenly slipped the phone down. Mobile was broken into pieces. He tried to assemble it, but he can’t. I am seeing the action carried out by varun. He turn to me his eyes looked my hand.

  “Varun why you this much offence for looking a message” asked him.

 “No it’s my life da”.  “I will speak to lot of girls this girl who messaged me now is better than everyone, she will look nice”

“Its okay varun why you talk with lot of girls, you can love one girl know”

“No friend, all girls are not good, we need filter it” he didn’t take the eye from my right hand.

“Why you say like this, it’s really unfair to me”

“It’s not unfair, if you give your phone I will show the character of girls” he showed his hand to get my phone.

“I gave my phone to him, which is in my right hand”

He made the conversation with one girl named  reshma through my phone he said “I going to talk with that one girl and I will show you practically to filter the girls

Varun :  hi

Reshma:  who is this?

Varun : I am your Facebook friend varun

Reshma: oh, you varun... hi

Varun: hmm, what doing

Rehma: I am lying in the bed and you

Varun: me too, bye reshma need to go

Varun turned to me and show the message, said “he is the bad girl see the conversation how she can say lying in bed to a unknown boy”

“Hey varun you messaged her at late night at this time she will be in bed only, how you say she is bad girl of bad character”.

 “It’s a trick of girl da”

“How you sure about it varun “

“Other boys told me like that only “. “If you don’t speak with girls and filter them, you can’t move your married life good”, your wife will hate you

Every boy has the separate rule for girls, if she fails to do. She is a bad girl and with bad character………………………………………………

Everyone   near  you gives  different  rules for judging a girl, whatever point you remember form them , you make a separate rule in that hence there no rule is approved by a head.  No head is there to judge a women mind.

        Over expectation and rule will allow your mind to have bad thought upon a girl and that leads to often judge a girl. This karma follow you till you get a grandchild girl and at dead second in the bed whiling seeing the nurse.

                    “Without controlling your mind, you can’t judge other mind. Especially girls mind”.  Above sentence are from fighters like Bruce lee, Jackie Chan, jet lee ….

  Avoid the rules and judgment; fill your life with love. Replace your joy with sacrifice. You be the master of your life….  

   If you fail to do it “your wife hates you”.

(All incident gather from people are outside the college not in mine, it’s a fiction)

                

Burn yourself, it’s your passion

Burn yourself, it’s your passion

 “History makes the men as human”

         “Real history plays the important role in everyone life”.

                 Specialist says “if the both side, of human brain works simultaneously, the person will be good in all field wherever he is”. It can’t be the reality for all

                       But I can say practically if a person know the history of his/her family, they be the good among the rest in world.

                                  Truth not be virtual all time. History shows the path of truth in dark, and it’s an illuminate.

               This incidence happen in my school days, lesson thought by my mom.

     It’s a special day, after finishing the III-midterm test each day two exam in that week one day remain cold that’s Saturday{month’s third }

       on Saturday

 I am sure all the paper will be corrected and given only after Sunday.

                                    I didn’t do the English test properly, so I am sure I will be fail in that test. Some type of solace in my mind, all paper will be given on Monday only, so I am happy today and cry on Monday practical mind gave idea like that.

     I prefer my mind voice

                                       It’s an Ordinary class, but worries never left my mind soon. My mind said “if she gave the English paper means what you going to do sarath”. 

      Fear rise more and more each & every period.
now , This is the last period of the day.   

                                On seeing my nervousness, my friend kapeed nalavanam sitting next to me with round face some yellow coating in his teeth. I think it’s may be for his nature teeth color. Who knows it!

                                 He raised the question “anything wrong with you sarath?” then he focused on left side row, talking with a girl irs amu.

                       On focusing on him i replied “not yet, till English paper gets on my hand”. kapeed didn’t listen to me. He still, talks with that girl.

                        But she turned over to the door as history teacher came inside the class; kapeed missed the opportunity of chat with her.

  “What did you said “he was asking me?

I maze on him “I said it before 5 minutes da”.

It’s not hearable please say it again.

I din’t do the English exam well; sure I am going to be fail.

                      He looked at me “today no English class why you worrying about it da” turn around to listen the class.

            He immersed in history class than whispered to me” I too don’t do the exam well”.

 Ya thank god. No English class.

Now i checked the time its 3.50pm, time for the school van students to catch there bus.no van students in my class, but history teacher need to go she is interior in pollachi, she cannot go through private bus , it’s too risk.

Within a minute miss went out.

 I thank the god lot., But, he fails to save me.

 Fraction of second, one lady with round hair, white American look, entered fast inside the class room with a bundle of paper. It’s non-others than that my English teacher.

Everyone shock to see her.

                           She came in last 10 minutes of school time. All my friends prayed to the god, to get the good marks, but I prayed “please took the papers out, confirm I will  fail.

   She distributed the paper; my paper came after 10 papers entry.

                “I am fail, I got 25marks.” as I already said.

              All students got good marks; I felt unhappy, “how can I show this mark to my mom” whispered in my mind.

                      My friend kapeed crying in other side, so I went near to console him. But he cried a lot and he said the same dialogue of mine “how I can show this mark to my mom sarath”.

  But I can’t console him.

                    Madam said “person who got fail mark; need to bring their parents, to get the progress card”.

          I am waiting for the bell. Let me go home.

                 Final touch (or torture) by madam. “Can I see the faces of the person who have failed in English” added my madam.

 I stood up with face looking down. I didn’t raise the face above.

Madam said “oh only one student got fail mark in English”, then she moved out.

I raised my face to kapeed, before looking his face I looked at his English answer sheet “92 marks rounded with circle”.

 You passed in English.

“Ya I did, but just 92marks” he muttered.

You said, you going to fail in this exam. How did you get this much mark? Sorry just 92.

“I don’t do the exam well but I got this. Because teacher not corrected properly I think so” he said.

It’s so stupid

I took the bag I went out of his site.

I reached home within 10 minutes; my home 400meters away form the school.  

While I getting inside, mom invited me like “did any paper given today”.

No I said (reason: everyday one paper, everyday scolding’s so all paper one day , one day scolding what an idea saji )

But mom took my bag and searched for test paper.

At last she got the English paper. Hence she is my mom, who knows my inch by inch moves.

She took me to the next room and keep on scolding me.

I didn’t react to her word, only I gazed on her. My neighbor santhi aunty who is living in our posion heard every scolding of my mom. And ask the mom to come to hall. She through the paper on my hand and went out. I collect the paper and hide somewhere.

Mom went to hall and talk with the santhi aunty.

Santhi aunty said “what happen “.

“He got low marks in English” she doesn’t tell I got fail marks.

 Aunty said “why you so tensioned, he will correct it soon”.

“it’s not simple you think so, he has everything what he needs, why he doesn’t do his exam well”,” He don’t have any other work” added by mom.

“Latha, you took this so serious I think so” aunty said.

“ ya its serious only because studies is the only thing to get him up, nothing else”.  And mom said “I am 12 pass only, I doesn’t had chance to study more, my fate I got married”.

Aunty listening to my mom carefully and I too (in next room)

Mom said “But till now I have faith in studies, though I can’t regain degree or grade, I can do one thing, Motivation”.

Motivation to the student

Then mom added “after the death my whole body will not be buried in the earth, it will be with the medical students for their study, as study materials”.

I can’t digest that “I can’t think, am i living with an angel or mother Theresa “.

This incidence changed my life, and motivated a lot.

 to Remind and to show this incidence, I have a sentence which tells the full story, it will be there in my all work. This sentence from that angel, ” burn yourself, it’s your passion”.

  

   

   

   

MY DEATH

My death

  This Happens on April 2 before my college starts,

      Every man in this world waiting for his death, ya i am not an exception. Where my words fail to stress, where my mind fails to think, when my hearts say no one else here, situation no hand wipe my tears, where the skin resist the feeling, lets to death, this are things made me to think about the death.

                     Death is silence to everyone, lot of time to think about the dead body either he is good or bad. Soul will not be back but the strong belive he is god, even though he is small age he be consider as god, for some days.

                                    Why i am talking about dealth because i need it, final rest, noone to disturb. I am mature guy, at young age of 21, think about death is unnature.the thing caused me to think about death, it happens within 42 sec, and rapid fire round, opponents are my mom, dad, bro.

                                             I got appointment from corporation of Coimbatore on April 2, 4.30pm; hence need to add my surname in the birth certificate.

                     after an  1hour travel we reached Coimbatore corporation office, mom is with me as she need to put an sign to confirm my name. We were reached there before 2 hours (2.30pm).

   We waited till the time reach 4.30

                            with lot of patient we moved to  the record room , where our name records has been maintained  related to rule The Citizenship (Amendment) Act, 1986, the Citizenship (Amendment) Act, 1992, the Citizenship (Amendment) Act, 2003, and the Citizenship (Amendment) Act, 2005.

                   A queue is waiting out said, i confirm it. Except the Muslim girl sitting with his dad is educated other are not yet. We crossed the people sitting there and entered the room without any hesitation. But the people shock to see, our entry because they are waiting before us for a long time. So they also followed us." people don't think why they are waiting for".

                                                  We have an over qualification then education, and recommendation from advocate. So we faced the head directly

                                                   he said " i will search the  name file of you , whatever the name be, if there is confirmation sign of your parents  i can't do anything here, you need contact main office in Chennai" he shook his head. So he asked to wait for a minute outside the room.

                                         My mom on facing me continued “sarath i only put the confirmation sign, there is no need to wait here". My head rolled out " how can i go to Chennai for changing my name, mom".

                                           Mom replied “why need to change your name leave as it is there in DOB certificate", she was cool enough. But this minor change leads to invalid of passport of mine.

                                        I am in silent, because i can't argue with my mom. “I going to wait till official information get my ears", i said it in my mind.

                    Within a short time one man with white hair, with absence of both legs, with a help of one wooden strike of 5 feet of my height walk towards the entrance of the record room, his age may be 45. Approximately it can be more.

                          Three children and one lady followed him; it must be his family members. By their loud conversation i understand the purpose of this man in this office. “As his second child was born in the year 2002. Because of the man ignorance, he not registers the name and birth of the child, even till today. Now the child is studying in VI (sixth STD), child parents fail to submit the certificate to the class teacher, so the management make the child to attend the class after the submission of the certificate. So the child was in home for 15 days, at the fifteenth day the men get the chance to see the head of the record room with family members” they are still waiting.

The queue leads man to enter the room next because he is physically challenged, they moved in

                       “After the birth of the baby within one year birth certificate must be applied and received with a confirmation sign of parents it’s a rule" said my head of record room. Handicap man jaw opened, “but i don't know that rule".

                           “It’s not my problem, it’s your fault. If you come before March 12 2013, we can give the new certificate to your child", finger indicated the calendar as current date. Few drop of water from the eyes of handicap reached his cheek. head continued by cleaning his glass with a dry cloth, " i can't help you , by getting the information letter  on march 12 2013 says  all the name change and new certificate is issued by governor of Tamil nadu by some procedure, that application is issued in collector office go there and made your change".

                     With a loud cry the man went out of the room, he had nil choice. His ignorance made his child blind.

   We called inside the room, with my mom i entered inside. He searched my birth record, absolutely my mom signed in it. The head showed me as it’s our fate. And once again he explains about the rule which is said to the handicap man but some extra things he said the website of the Chennai governor office to me.

                                   I know nothing happens here so i pulled my mom out of the office. As it timed 5.30 within 1 hour IPL opening ceremony will starts. i rushed to the bus stand but mom asked me she need to buy some products for home," it’s my fate". Okay “we can go "i said to my mom i can’t argue with her.

      After the purchase half hour and 1 hour of travel we reached home. IPL ceremony not yet started, VJ (video Jackie) will talk more than there salary. This is also private rule of television law.

             But the ceremony is bore to me, as i can't find any familiar face related to kolloywood.

   So moved to my room, had idea to update my blog. While entering the room i switched on the fan, but the ceiling fan produce a noise as the capacitor fails, need to change that it cost 80 but service fee is 140.

           So i turned off the fan

                but while opening the d drive ,  short film folder is there which i collected before from my friend , after one film moved to document for writing my next blog .

                          Because of travel i can't do anything in the blog, so switched off my laptop and lying on the bed for some time.

                                      After 15 minutes, my bro entered into the room asked to give the bed, as he needs to put it in hall for himself. but i doesn't have any idea though fan is not working i too need to go to hall , my body is full of sweat so i waited to have some wind blow over me and i opened the window to have it . I asked him to wait

                                  An add telecasting in local channel it will be in 42 seconds, i heard the add going to start because the TV is in loud voice. Add starts.

        bro shouted like anything to give the bed,  but i ask him wait but he resist my speech, my mom join with him and asked about the bed, i thought " i doesn't said that i will not give the bed , thing is i ask him to wait", mom doesn't care my word's . Dad entered the group without any knowledge of scene what's going on here and said “i know sarath is selfish he never give anything to his brother", he added much more. i got angry with the behavior of everyone , i shouted " i will not sleep in the night i need to have to do my homework" , dad laughed moved over , i doesn’t know why he laughed, no one addressed my voice or feeling of me.

                              Everyone went to sleep; i did my homework in my room. At the time of 11'o clock. My face and all over my body felt wet, as the room was hot without fan working.  I stopped my writing, without completing it fully i moved to sleep.

                                                 I can't sleep well but tried lot to do, at time of 3'o clock , i wake up for drinking water,, on that time , i looked over my hand ,more mosquito had there dinner, more marks in my hand and face.

   After drinking the water i moved to my room, but the mosquito doesn’t fail to do their job.

                 I continue my sleep, till morning no one watched me as i slept in this situation. It like death of silence, no one thought about me. full of aloneness  which i woke in morning   "where my words fail to stress , where my mind fails to think, when my hearts say no one else here, situation no hand wipe my tears, where the skin resist the feeling "

  I consider this is horrible than death...           ya, my death

PERFECT TURN, OF SPEED OVER 45 KM/HR

Hi friend’s this is an incident happen on Jan 6, part – 2

                                         Scene-7

Time: 9.00am

Day: Sunday

Place: out of friend room {t.m.palayam}

         I moved out of the room, and finding my bike which is facing south direction; iyyapan and madan came out to send off me, for the workshop. I sited my position in the bike, I tried to start but bike not started yet.

       Both the visitors made confused look replied “ sarath you taking more risk, bike had some problem, and your hand was bleeding take a rest here, we two  will take the bike to the  mechanic shop “.

           “Its okay da” I am alright, “please push the bike at back it will start.

They also attempted lot, but the result fails.

        At last “you are right, I need to keep the bike here” they smiled. I called the iyyapan “please solve the starting problem in bike, do something, after the workshop I need to go home”.

     I gave the bike key to iyyapan, he received and send off me, I moved 3 yard in the narrow road and came back, I took 100rupees gave to iyypan , but he doesn’t received it. “Keep it da, you need it, tomorrow I will get it from you” he added.

            

                                                  Scene-8

 Time: 9.30

Day   : Sunday

Place:  inside the college

     I was received by watchman in the gate-3, I moved to seminar hall. . Seminar hall is filled by M.E students, there no UG students there. Everyone in hall chat with their friend, no one looked at me. I moved forward to sit on the third row, third site and I hided my wound by hand which also covered by hand kerchief with skeleton tattoo.

                                I turned back and had general talk with one of my senior, “hi bro, at what time the workshop will start?” waiting for his reply.

                                                                      “Don’t know, every other students were waiting in the bus stand”, “we were pick up by the director “. I took my mobile gave a call to karthik.

        But there were no coverage in that area, I waited patiently for the arrival of other students. 

 Time: 9.40 am 

    karthik came inside the seminar hall, with other aero b students. And karthi came towards me, and sited next to me. He gazed on me “hey, sarath what happen to your hand, why you tired with kerchief? “.

        “It’s a small accident dude”, he confused, “what small wound, its bleeding man”, have you applied a pain killer. “There no time for that karthi.”

      “Leave it da”
            “we can use the first aid kit in the break session”.  By the time all the workshop members have entered the seminar hall. They apologies for the week end workshop .

        They continued the topic which was stopped yesterday, I don’t cope up with the topic, I hate structure lecture. So I waited to an extent. My hand was bleeding and causes some pain in regular intervals.

    At last they allowed us for the break for 10 minutes, within a second I moved to the door, karthi followed me. Senior girls, who were sitting right side, slowly turned their head toward me, as some problem with me. Yes I had.

                  I truly hided the wound from everyone, so they need not ask the scene -5 anything from me.

                     I removed my kerchief, to show my wound to the karthi, and then I turned back and take the water from water doctor (water purifier) to wash my hand. I heard karthi was explaining the accident to someone.

                                                I don’t mind, if the situation know to one student. 
     I continue the cleaning process, after that I turned towards the side way, I shocked for the karthi explanation of my accident; he was explain the situation to the director, who is the head of the work shop organization commit.

          He made a look on my wound; ask to go to his room to apply Dettol which was near office. We both moved to the sir room,  madam were present in the office; she was wearing a jeans dress like.             

                                                     She received us and ask the question “what you need?”, karthi replied “ we need the first-aid kit”, she looking both of us , I showed my wound, she made a ugly look at as she watching a man eating the snake.

     She gave the first aid kit; karthi helped me to do the first-aid. After the first-aid, we moved to the seminar hall, everything started as it.

                                                            Scene-9

Time: 2.00pm

Date: same day

Place : in catted

       Highlighting scene is I served the food to everyone, with the wound hand. They all too concentrate on food, not who served it.

    Some conversation with M.E students, I and karthik went out, he moved left side to the hostel and I moved right side to the friend room to collect my bike.

                                                         ………………………., I collected my bike it been charged 50 rupees, some oil is been leaked out, it’s doesn’t affect the travel to my home. I collected my helmet and said bye to everyone. And started my bike, moved to my home, by thinking a question “how my family members take this accident as?”

            Lot of question in my mind, but I didn’t slow down my bike.

                                      Scene-10

Time: 4.15

Date: same day

Place: in my home

       Due to my bike sound in the parking area, my brother came out. He studded to see my hand

Bro: what happen?

Me: it’s nothing an accident

Bro: oh its small accident, nothing to worry about.

Me: small accident, its mean small wound? Not?????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    He went inside, by getting my helmet.

My mom asked me how it happens, and by seeing my wound, she convened its small accident.  

 My dad also in his streamline, to scold me and at last, he said small accident, I angry on everyone

 I went to sleep for the tired condition.

 After I work up at 6pm, watching TV. Dad asks to console with doctor.  
As its Sunday doctor will not be there or clinic will not be open.
so i and bro travel 3km from the home to search the doctor.
  at last we found it , white board with M.B.B.S (with govt approved doctor)

Doctor had a checkup and after that give some medicine, at last he too said," it’s a some accident nonthing to worry".
 Oh no one doesn’t feel my pain.

“Why this accident is not be big one, so I am waiting for the perfect turn…”