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It's time to die - Part III

A small flash back from Part I & II

When I came out of the Ayyappan Temple in Trichy, some gangsta started chasing me. I made every effort I could and escaped from them; got into the Villupuram bus. The gang got lost amongst the busy crowd in the bus stand.

http://sabariprasad.blogspot.in/2009/08/it-time-to-die-part-i_09.html

Met my sweety in the bus. Sat next to her and started singing duet with her in dreams. Of course, my mind voice was disturbing me all the way.

http://sabariprasad.blogspot.in/2009/08/it-time-to-die-part-ii_12.html

Now to Part III begins...
The final leap to Death



"Hey, did you said I was disturbing you..."

"Yes, of course, you were"

"No buddy, you have completely misunderstood and creating a wrong image of me amongst the readers. I admit that I have used foul languages on you on few occasions, but all the way I have been helping you. I said not to turn you face on those gangsta. I gave idea to reach the bus stand very quickly. Most importantly, I gave you the opportunity and enough courage to go and meet the sweety"

"Ok, ok. you are helpful. However you didn't create or give opportunity for me to meet her. It was all fate"

"Oh, really. Tell you what. Inspite of you being so rude at me always, I am still trying to help you. Even now I am working in your favor if could you lower your voice down"

"Why?"

"Don't you feel a soft rose bud on your shoulder... Are you so much concentrated to fight on me or are you that much sleepy?"

Then only I realized it. My sweety, my one and only sweety was sleeping on my shoulders.

"Adan gokka makka, intha kodumaiya kekka yaarumey illaiya...Aiyoo..he is saying her as one and only sweety. I guess this should be his 5th one and only sweety. Last time he was staring at a girl continously for one hour from Arani to Chetpet."

"Hey..you..don't you dare to tell those things"

"I'm definitely going to tell to them. This will be my last chance I can speak to them (May be in next story my character will not be there. Oh god! Enna kodumai sir ithu...Inner voice'key inner voice ah)..hmm..back to story...She got into bus at Arani along with three or four friends. She was standing 7 seats before and this guy didn't even care to chat with his friend Suren but kept on looking her."

"That's fine for the story, I guess. Let me enjoy my moments with sweety here and don't forget to tell them that the girl looked at me at Gingee bus stand. She showed me to her friends happily that I was the guy who was disturbing her mind for that one hour. In fact, I should have dared and spoke to her that day"

By this time bus has crossed Janagipuram Railway gate. The road was not properly laid there. As the bus travelled through the soon-to-be extended four lane road, sweety woke up. She blushed to see sleeping on my shoulders and immediately sat straight in silence.

"oh, Holy god. her one blush could sweep me to heaven"

Bus had reached the Villiupuram bus stand. But it went directly to the Chennai bus departure place. I couldn't get down at the bus stand entrance as I was too tired. I could feel the pain in my legs for sitting so long as if I am a 60 year old person. Must have been because I am so tall to sit in this seat and had to insert my legs underneath the front seat to have a more leg space, I thought.

"Yeah man, you have lot of thinking going on. May be you are right, that's why the lady felt so comfortable to sleep on your shoulders"

This time It was me who blushed and I couldn't control it.

"Ok buddy, it's enough. It looks ugly when you blush. You are a romantic person but never had a romantic look..."

"Hey..you..what the hell..how can you that..am I not....wait..where are you going. I am not finished with you"

"Sorry buddy, time's up. Thanks for the company. Good bye"

I had promised for a surprise shock in It's time to die - Part II (The Road to Romance). So far you would have seen movie with two different climax. One with an happy ending and another with a sad ending. But never you would've read a story with two different routes to a climax. The climax will be same but the journeys are different here. Let's begin...

Journey 1

I was so confused."why would he tell like that. My inner voice cannot say good bye to me". But I kept my thoughts aside and got down from the bus. I could see my sweety getting down from the bus with her dad. Again small butterflies started flying in my stomach.

With a gentle breeze in the night, I started walking towards the Bus stand Police station. My dad used to park his bike in front of the station and wait for me. He would eagerly wait for every bus entering in the bus stand and check if I am getting down from any of them. Today it would have been really tiresome for him. Most of the Chennai buses were coming inside instead of stopping at the entrance to drop down the passengers. I could see the passengers eagerly waiting to land on their home town land inside the bus. Some were eagerly watching out for their relatives through the windows.

The pathway was real dark and few people were sleeping on the floor. I had walk carefully not to disturb them. Even the public display TV's hanging from the wall have gone silent. There were no more "Kanniga Parameswari" or "Mahalakshmi Silks" Advertisement repeated for 140th time. I could see my dad standing near that police station. He was standing under the street light making him clearly visible just in case If I am seeing him from the bus. He was also eagerly watching all the buses coming inside the bus stand to get a glimpse of me through the windows.

I walked so fast towards him with heart full of joy. I was few feet away to reach him. Suddenly I heard a lot of foot steps behind like some people running towards me. I saw the most scariest look on my dad's face. His face had gone white as if he had seen a ghost. I was sure that something was happening behind and turned back to have a look.

"No don't look back, just get the hell out of here" - it sounded as if it was my mind voice was repeating the same words as in Trichy. I had ignored once and encountered a life threat. I didn't want that to happen again. But it was too late when I had reached that decision. I had already turned and could see five people chasing a big fat guy. Some weapons were glittering shiny in the small amount of light in that dark night.

It all happened in a fraction of a second. That big fat guy almost fell on me. He had managed to get up somehow but the lengthy sharp daggers came down on me. The next second I could see that fat guy running for his life. The Penta (?!?) even more shocked than me stood there with their daggers which had great satisfaction of tasting the blood after two days. I could hardly shout and tried to turn around and walk towards my dad. He was calling out loud "Magane" and running towards me.

There were lot of thoughts and confusion going on in my mind by then. When I took the next step, the whole world was slipping under my feet. I fell at his feet with my whole body falling on the dust with a big 'bang'.

Journey 2

I was so confused."Why would he tell like that. My inner voice cannot say good bye to me". But I kept my mind aside and got down from the bus. I could see my sweety getting down from the bus with her dad. Again small butterflies started flying in my stomach.

But this time it was defintely not because of romance. The dad, actually a guy who standing next to her seemed more young now and my..my...I couldn't believe that my sweety is now wearing a saree and also a mangal sutra in her neck. But I remember seeing her as a young girl in churidhar inside the bus. How come she became 10 years more aged and the dad 10 years younger.

They walked past me and stopped for a tea in a shop next to the police station. I saw someone standing there waiting for me with his bike. Somewhere in the basic block of memory, I remembered a young lad who used to wait for me there . But couldn't remember clearly or I was not able to see his face clearly from that distance. The sweet lady and the guy were enquiring something showing hands towards me. They spoke a bit louder, but I could hear it very low even in that clear noiseless night.

I was more confused. "Are they a married couple? Let me turn and check it..."

"No don't look back, just get the hell out of here" - it sounded as if it was my mind voice was repeating the same words as in Trichy. I had ignored once and encountered a life threat. I didn't want that to happen again. But it was too late when I had reached that decision. I had already turned and could see five guys standing in the tea shop along with them. One told them, "Sir don't mistake him. He has a typical mental disorder who imagines the things that have never happened. He is my friend's dad and you can see his son there waiting for him. He is very old to have a good eye sight and hearing sense. You should not be angry and let him go atleast for his age. He is like a father to your wife".

I heard half of the conversation while crossing them. Now I could hear the remaining clearly when I turned towards them. The words came ringing in my mind.

"I am not deaf. Am I?" "Do I have a mental disorder?" "How elderly am I?"

I had answers already. But the irony is, I had framed the questions from the answers only. I was shocked to see the wrinkles on my skin and it clearly showed my age should be around 60 or 70. I could hardly shout and tried to turn around and walk towards the guy waiting for me. He was calling out "Appa" and running towards me.

I had felt an ache already in my left chest when I turned towards the tea shop. It grew and the pain had aggrevated by now. When I took the next step, the whole world was slipping under my feet. I fell at his feet with my whole body falling on the dust with a big 'bang'.

Moral of the story

Everyone has their own time to die. If it's not time yet, you will survive even you fall right into a shark's mouth.

Author's note

Thanks for all my friends for having reading this story very patiently. And No...Don't guess..I never got any idea/ inspiration from any movie.

I wrote this story three years ago during my travel from Trichy in Tamil. This story is inter-twined with some of personal experiences like Feeling the spiritual silence after coming out of Trichy Ayyappan temple, Playing in Poombukar beach as a kid, Staring a girl for an hour in the bus ;) , My dad waiting for me eagerly in the bus stand with bike parked near Police station etc., I had also vent the anger on myself with a character called mind voice or inner voice. I never had this character in my original tamil script though. May be that's the reason why the story had become so long enough to be posted as three parts.

Pardon me for using foul language in Part I. It came out in a flow and nothing intentionally written. After my friends' advice I had made a more neat part II and III, I would say. I like to write romantic stories. So I had included some romance in the second part.

Part III climax was different in the orginal script. I made some changes and posted it as journey 2 and a new journey 1 to the climax.

Hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks for the support. I will be back with some short stories and a Police thriller based on Vellore.

It's time to die - Part II

A small flashback from Part I:

When I came out of the Ayyappan Temple in Trichy, some gangsta started chasing me. I made every effort I can and escaped from them and got into the Villupuram bus. The gang got lost amongst the busy crowd in the bus stand.

Now Part II begins...

The Road to Romance

I managed to get into the bus after 15 minutes hard running. I faced a heavy blow of air that took my breath away for a minute as I struggled to get hold of the footboard. I knew the world was slipping down my feet already. But there is always a last chance for everything and I got hold of that. I stood gasping in the footboard. After all it was the longest run in my life and the fastest speed I can ever run.

"What the hell you think you're doing?", yelled a man in khakki uniform.

The uniform, the leather bag on his left shoulder and few fifty rupees notes in between his fingers in left hand, a small pen on his right side ear clearly told me that he is the conductor.

"Oh wow, that's a good guess"

"Oh shit! not you again"

"Yes, I am here buddy. your inner voice"

"Where the hell have you been when I needed you. The Penta almost caught me in the bus stand. If it wasn't the crowd they would have caught me easily."

Meanwhile conductor who shouted at me (us!?) had his mouth wide open. I wondered why was he so shocked. Then only I realized that I was fully drenched in sweat. This must be the first time I had bathed in sweat.

"How many first time yaar. Come on. This is the first time you were chased by gangsters, first time running very very fast, first ..first and first.."

I didn't mind the voice now. I was looking at my shirt pocket which was fully rose in color. I did remember wearing a white shirt this morning. I inserted my hand into the pocket to find a bus ticket fully soaked in sweat. It must have been the reason for that color. Conductor has left now giving the ticket to me. I didn't know where to keep it. The trousers and even the rupees inside my purse were wet to an extent. I just hold the ticket in my hand. However all I cared now was everyone staring at me. I felt everyone's eye fixed on me and trying to guess what could happened to me from my appearance. It was so embarassing that I had to turn my face down and start listening to my mind voice, at least to avoid other's eye contact.

But how did I got the ticket? Did I gave money to Conductor? I was becoming more and more confused along with the embarassment.

"Don't feel buddy! I have been in most embarassing situation than this. Remember when you fell down trying to run across the sea in Poombukar."

"It's not you only. It was us. The whole Sea blue Safari suit was with salt water and beach sand. My Mom removed the shirt as I felt the salt itching on my back. "

"Good memory you got. That's the incident. The only difference is you were 10 by then. But now you are 25."

"Hey you...", no other words came out. My tongue got rolled back inside and seemed never to come out. My throat felt sore and I was desparately in need of water.

"Cool dude! First you need water before getting your nasty tongue out at me. Go ask that angel for a drink"

I turned my head to see an archangel standing there. Wow! I have never seen such a beautiful face in my life. Her was face was so calm and seemed to glow with a big white chakra behind her head. Suddenly two more hands raised arose with a flower on one hand and a small dumb-bell on the other. Wait..wait...Am I seeing a goddess here!!!

"Hey...you..wakeup buddy. I said she is an angel, not the goddess."

When the inner voice interrupted, all the lights and flashes from the environment went back in a jiffy and I can even see an old man standing next to her. Must be her dad...I wish.

She is now not that much bright, but still appeared to be calm beauty trying to penetrate in my heart.

"Aiyyo...Saamy...Thanni...", my inner voice started begging to me.

"Oh, Am I feeling thirsty?"

"yeah rite! there is not even single drop of water or saliva in your mouth. Will you be so kind enough to go ask anyone for water. But don't go near that lady, again you will forget everything in this world. Until today I thought Love is blind, now I understood Love has short term memory loss also"

"oye! chup raho! I will go ask her atleast for sake of you being so kind in talking to me for the first time in this story"

I gathered my little strength and leapt towards that beauty. But I had no enough guts to look up and ask her for water.

"Why do you need guts yaar. Just ask na..."

But I hesitated and when I was about return, I heard a nightingale singing behind. "You can have this." I bet she was not holding that water bottle when I saw her. She should have fetched it from her bag for me. I could see her dad placing the bag back in its place.

Oh man, what a voice! so sweet as honey. When I was thinking like this, water was slowly flowing through my Esophagus to the stomach.

"Can I have some for me too..." The sweety again...

I realized that almost 3/4th of the bottle is now empty. I thanked her and gave the bottle back to her. She got the bottle as if tearing it away with my skin and put it in her bag. That was enough for me to know that she is angry now.

Hmmm...She looks beautiful even when she is angry.

"What have you done dude! it was me who was very thirsty. It is very rare you get a chance to see a good looking girl. It is not so important to give her a nick name but not make her angry. It is better you should have died by the gangsta itself"

"Oye mada munda. You are 100% right yaar! I should have died there. She is killing with her beautiful eyes yaar!"

Bus stopped at Samayapuram and two or three people got down from the bus. Her dad had already went and sat in a seat nearby. Other seats were also taken immediately and so the beauty has to stand again.

"What a kind of man he is. Daughter is standing here and he has gone for the seat and started sleeping now..."

"Don't ever talk about him like that. It is because of him that I can still stand near this beauty and see her so closely."

I have already reached a foreign location without any passport or visa and started singing a romantic song with her.

"Minsaram en meethu paiginrathey, ul nenjil minnal poo pookiranthey...."

"Kaathal theeye.."my inner voice shouted.

"Oh god, I can perform my own duet. Could please get lost somewhere else..."

breeeeeee....followed by a krrrrchhhhhh brought me into a real world....The conductor has blown the whistle so loud near me which brought me back and the driver has stopped the bus suddenly. It didn't took me long to understand this. The conductor was shouting at two ladies.

"Hey, I told you na, next stop is Ulunderpet only. The bus will not stop in between. Why the hell are you people boarding in and giving me headache, chalo get down, get down", he grunted.

Those two old woman swore at him and got down from the bus. They started walking towards the Samayapuram bus stop. It was only few feet away.

"Oh! I had almost completed one full song in 30 feet distance. Guess this should be very less time than in Kakkha Kakkha movie"

Feeling angry at the conductor, I turned to my left. The beauty, my darling sweety was not there.

"bhai! aap baahut lucky ho yaar!. Thank the conductor and go sit in the next seat. See our sweety is also sitting there"

"What a great opportunity!" I wondered.

"But why didn't she call her dad instead of allowing the seat to be vacant."

"You got lucky again! Her dad must be son of Kumbakarna or something. See how he is sleeping in the bus. Snoring and sleeping on next passenger shoulder. That guy is again leaning against the window and sleeping like hell"

"Inner voice ji! Actually I don't understand this! I have been chased and running like hell. I am so tired that I can sleep continuosly for 3 days. but see these guys, they are sleeping as if like they have been working hard in some office like WIPRO or TCS."

"Ok, ok don't make remember those days and don't try to sleep. Just go and sit next to her. Don't miss the opportunity! May be you can try for 10 more songs until you reach Villupuram.

Inner voice became the DJ for me and all romantic songs came in remix to me.

I started dancing with her for 'Love mera hit hit soniye...'

All the time I was not aware that it was time to die and one more big life threat was waiting for me in Villupuram.

It's time to Die - Part I

The Deer Chase

It was a less ferocious April evening under the hot scorching sun. I was returning from that calm and very peaceful place in the whole Tamil Nadu - The Ayyappan Temple in Tiruchirappalli. I was still in the meditation mood. The peaceful and clean place in that temple seems to have got deeper inside me creating a big impact. I was feeling a force of North Pole of a Magnet being moved away from a South Pole of other magnet. Even the nature had understood it seems. The hot Sun was slowly making its way down to other end of the Earth.

I could hear the birds singing on the trees planted on the sideways of the road I was walking by. It seemed as if the world fell so silent and all the traffic of that thick populated city were moving like a dew on a icefloor. I was deaf to man made things and could contact the nature's purity. I could hear Ilaiyaraja's best of the best songs ringing in my ears. I bet they were the nature's own voice coming through his music. It added fuel to my devotional fire. I realized my LG Cookie would play Raja's instrumentals more better than I could imagine. As I reached my trousers to search for it, I was crossing a tea shop on the pedestrian path. I could hardly see four rough and tough guys standing there and waiting for someone else in my eye's out of focus areas.

I shook my head if what I heard was true. One of the Gangsta asked the lean guy among them, "Hey, is he the man in that photo?" "Blaaaaanggggg", Suddenly I could hear the big blow of horn on my back. Thinking of those guys, I had literally moved down the pathway to the middle of the road. All the traffic and the worldly things came like a huge wave on me. I ran to the side of the road and reached the pedestrian path. The man in that Maruti Swift drove away after barking few words on me and my family. But I never really cared what he said by then. I was standing there gasping of what had happened. All I could concentrate now is why are the guys looking for
me. My mind was asking me a different question. "Are you sure? Are they really looking for you?"

"That seems to be a tricky question though. Let me check"

"No don't look back, just get the hell out of here"

Me and my mind were in war of words and I had finally decided to turn and see who they really look for. As I turned back, I could see them more clearly now. They were actually five men and two lean guys were among them. One must have gone somewhere when I was crossing them. I could also see a small picture in the second lean guys right hand. When they had managed to get the guy and check the photo, I had moved with my confused mind to the middle of the road and came back. It was so clear for me now that they are really after me. I could see their vengeance in a micro second contact with in their eyes. It was the best time for me to start run.

But still there was a little hesitation in my mind. I started walking across the signal to reach the TNSTC Bus depot. I turned to give another look at those guys.

There was sharp glittering piece of weapon in that second lean guy's hand. It is a knife which seemed to have grown in his hand all of a sudden and glowing in the mild evening sun. There was huge rush of Adrenaline in my body after seeing that weapon followed by other four men reaching their back. I could guess they had more deadly weapons and that was the reason my body was flushed with sweat whilst the evening breeze had started. My Sonata ticked 5:00PM when I crossed the Bus depot and reached next stop where the road went bend slightly. My mind had already made me up to run for life.

As soon as I crossed the bend, I started walking bit faster. I was almost running to say perfect. It took all my heart's stamina to turn back and see them. They were real close and now everyone had their own weapons. Three had big sticks and one with big sickle and one with a sharp knife.

"Damn man, you should have never looked back. All they needed is a confirmation and now you showed your beautiful shit face to these guys with a big f***ing smile on it. You better run for your life"

"What the hell you think I am doing?"

Conversion of speed walking to running had started in the conversational time. I crossed the Government Physiotherapy College.

"Hey, I have come here previously. But I don't remember when. Do you know that?"

"You idiot! This is not your time for green memories. Are you out of your mind. You are being chased by the Penta"

"I have two corrections of your statement. First, It's not 'me'. It is 'we' who are being chased by the gang. And secondly what the hell is 'the Penta'?"

"Penta stands for five dude, have you forgot Physics"

"Thanks a lot for your clarification. But this aint time for my X class. So better keep your nasty mouth shut"

"Can I say one more thing"

"No"

"But it is urgent"

"Kya..bolo"

"The Penta is gaining distance"

"F*** you! and this shitty conversation. You always get me in trouble". I started running more faster now.

BPT college, Ondi Karuppanna samy Temple and KEP Medical college were far behind me.

"Go left. You can reach the bus stand very soon"

"No way. I have to cross the cycle stand, go to the Sangeetha hotel corner and get inside the bus stand. What if the guys jump over fence and catch me. I can in no way jump it"

"You think I can jump the fence. If you can't even I can't. Hey after all I'm your inner voice"

"Yeah I still remember that. But you're supposed to give me good thoughts and not some bullshit ideas."

"Sirji..Boliye, Udhar Fence kahan hein?"

"Matlab"

"It means, where is the fence there?"

"I know Hindi to that extent. But what do you mean where is the fence. It is there na, on the wall"

"Ohhhhhhh man" Now I realised that the entry route for bus stand was changed from Sangeetha Hotel corner to the TB Hospital side.

"Sorry yaar, My mind sucks at times"

"Oh is it, I thought you were always like this"

"Hey you..."

"But don't you worry. Your body is not the same way as your mind is"

I was startled to see that I am now running in the street which ran left to Medical College.

"Feels Good".

"This is actually the road to TuberClosis treatment hospital in Trichy and it is the oldest in town"

"Oh, come on. I am not here for your history lesson. You make drive me running and mind restless. Let me run to bus stand now"

"But I can give you few suggestions"

"Kya suggestions?"

"Koi nahi"

"Hey bolo na...my sweet shit mind"

"That's the way you treat me. Now run to bus stand and if you can remember it good, all the buses move fastly this month. It is the season time and the buses don't

have to wait much time to load all the tickets. So better hurry up to the exit. Get into one good bus to Chennai as soon as possible"

"But I need to go to Villupuram"

"You fool. All buses going to Chennai from Trichy goes via Villupuram only. I am ashamed to be your inner voice. Does your brain ever work?"

"Gotcha. I think we already gained few metres in this left cut. The guys can't really keep up to my pace. But one thing, better mind your language buddy"

"It's not like that dude. I can speak whatever I wish. Not even your readers can close my ditchy mouth. Now to the point, The deer that is chased runs faster than a hungry lion. So have it in my mind my dear Deer. Run"

"Run, Run, Run"

I have reached the Chathiram bus stand by now and everyone in the bus were shouting at me "Run"
I shook my head and heard them.

"Chennai RUN poravanga RUN ellam RUN seekiram RUN erunga"

"Thratchai RUN 13 roova RUN"

"Arumaiyana RUN watch RUN sir, 30 roova RUN sir"

Is it a remixed Tata Indicom AD. I stopped for a second. Shook my head once more and wiped of face with my shirt. I could feel the heat of that tar road gaining into my feet.

"Why am I bare footed..."

"Kyun"

"Yen"

I asked in 3 different languages but no reply from my inner voice. The silence of my voice was killing me. But I remember the plan still. It was not a master plan though. I had a glance at my back. The Penta people were struggling thorugh the cycles and bikes in their way.

"Why the hell the bikes and cycles are pulled out in the street"

No answer again. I can check for the answers later. I quickly ran to the exit of the bus stand. There was a huge crowd and I had to literally hit everyone of them to get to the other end. But that was one good chance for me to loose these guys on my back. There was a bus leaving to Chennai. I never can catch it. It was at the exit point of the bus stand and I still had to swim in the 50 metres of crowd to reach there. I tried very hard like the last minute runner up trying his hard to get first in Olypics running race. I first thought the bus left the stand and moved fast. But as I reached the exit, I can still see the bus moving slowly over the speedbreaker.

The Penta had already gained speed and I could see a knife flying through air and fell with a cling sound behind me. It should have missed the aim and hit somewhere else.

I gained more strength and with one last chance left for life I ran to the bus and caught hold of the last window. But I was still running along with the bus. It was literally dragging me to its speed. For a moment I thought, I would let it go off my hands. There was a flash of my life at that point of time. I realized there were more good things for me in life still to do and I can never be dead by some gangsters. With one last breath held up high in my lungs, I took my feet off the ground. With one feet, I managed to place in the footboard and one still flew in air. I felt a blow of air on my whole body. If I had left my hands go off, I would have landed on the Penta by then. They were so close to me but never near the bus. I remembered the words by some unknown, "The deer being chased runs faster than a hungry lion, because it runs for its life".

My picture of the month

Agra was my last week trip around Delhi. Of course, The Taj Mahal was the main part of my dream trip. I was there by 2:30PM with my friends. So obviously, I had no reason to feel romantic there by then :)