RECKLESS REVELOUTION - STORY BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

RECKLESS REVOLUTION
METRO STATION @ M.G.ROAD

Kochi Metro was closed briefly during  August, and later offered free service to aid those affected by the flooding. Due to heavy rain and rising water levels the southern railway had suspended train services on the Thiruvananthapuram-Kottayam-Ernakulam Divisions.  
Ramya, who has written extensively about Kochi traffic, which is measured by distance and time, agreed. After downloading all the old photos from the camera, we walked to the metro station, took the ticket to MG Road, and got on the platform. There are 5 minutes left for the next train.
There is a lot of rush today. Kochi metro is now operational. People reluctantly discipline themselves from within.

More than six years after former Editor Reshma Butti became the first woman to be court-martialled, she committed suicide at a family friend's residence in Pune. She was found hanging on Sunday, ONE INDIA reported
According to police, Reshma  was alone in the accommodation apartment of the new publication group  Group when she allegedly took the extreme step. She had been working with a private company since her dismissal from the News Agency.

The police said Reshma had arrived in Pune  on September 7 from Bangalore, where she was employed. Group CEO Amit told the police that he had gone to Delhi for the engagement of his son on September 8. Though he asked Reshma to come along, the latter insisted on staying at his house.

In 2001, Reshma had claimed  that her Senior Officer, the Second-in-Charge of News Pages  and the adjutant, had been sexually harassing her.
 When protested, she was threatened to be sent away on temporary duty and later was put under house arrest.
Her mother and brother were allegedly thrown out of the apartment.

According to the complaint, Col Anurodh Mishra of Electronics and Mechanical Engineering battalion allegedly called Reshma  at his residence on the pretext of office-related instructions and misbehaved with her.

The police team also found a 15 litre can and two bottles filled with petrol, at the spot where Reshma  was found hanging. Amit pleaded ignorance about the fuel. Police now also suspect that she might have contemplated setting herself on fire before she decided upon hanging.

Ramya and I stood in the less crowded two rows. When I saw the people standing in a row, I remembered playing the train as a child.
I always used to lose my trousers while running, so when I stopped for the assembly at school for the first time, I laughed as I held on to my trousers which were about to come off, thinking it was to play train.
When the countdown reached 0 on the display, the train reached the front. People started running like stones thrown into an anthill.

As the seat was full, we faced each other slightly away from the door. If it wasn't for Ramya, I would have quit this job earlier. It is because of her that she does not have to run behind hot and sour stories like in regular online dailies. Anila has great respect for her.
The train reached MG Road after ten minutes. By the time I got down, Viswanathan's phone rang.
t has almost been a month of Keshav and Raaga being together. Raaga always had genuine feelings for Keshav whereas Keshav had untold feelings for Raaga.
They were an ironic couple.

Raaga decided to do some shopping for her family before leaving to her hometown, she requested Keshav to join with her as she was new to the place. It was her first outing all alone with Keshav.
Raaga was on cloud nine as soon as he accepted her request; he decided to go on a shopping with her.
As usual Raaga took a metro from her place and reached her meeting stop, where they had a coincidental meet of Raaga coming from the left side and Keshav from the right side. Raaga showed all her happy expressions through her eyes.

She was so cool with her blue t-shirt and jogger on that day and a coincidence in their dressing also happened, he was dressed with a blue shirt and light blue jeans looking stunning that took away Raaga’s eyes.
Raaga was feeling so hungry as soon as she got down, with a babyish face she asked Keshav to take her to some cafe, he immediately fell for her look and took her to a nearby food court, they served themselves with chole kulcha and samosa ragada.

Once, after their food they took a long walk towards the shopping streets where Raaga purchased a lot of stuffs for her family. After her shopping they decided to go to Hussain sagar lake where they had quality time together, it was the best day of Raaga’s life.They came to know a lot about each other on that day.
The evening breeze was driving them to a romantic state; before they could express their feelings the rain started pouring down.
Raaga took her small umbrella immediately and they managed to go together in that. It was a beautiful feel where her hand was inside his, their eyes met at a shorter distance, the unknown feelings started reciprocating slowly. It was so romantic where she was partially drenched in the rain and he was admiring her.

Once after the rain stopped they decided to leave back to their respective places. They again planned to take a metro, at the metro station they took opposite directions to take their metros, they shook hands before leaving, it was hard for them to part each other but they had move unfortunately.
They saw each other once standing opposite while waiting for their metros. The breezy climate took their moods to a romantic feel; it was once again a romantic evening with untold feelings.

Viswanathanthas’ s latest article based on the history of romantics was well received by the readers.

“ Although poetry dominated romanticism, some important novelists like  Mary Shelley, Jane Austen, Sir Walter Scott, and Thomas Love Peacock did marvelous creative works”
Viswanathan said.

The literary period prior to the Romantic period is often referred to as Neoclassical, and the literature produced in each period was significantly different to the works published in the other period.

We walked to the Metro Art Center called, Kochi Heritage envisioning people from Artist  to Vijaya Sethupathi and Veerappan to Prabhakaran in our minds.
Even in the cultural center, the busiest part of Kochi, Ramya shrunk to the phone solemnly. Glancing at the murals, I also looked up Ramya's report
" The Story of the revolution" on my phone.

So how do I start off with this now, I have no idea. Innumerable emotions filling inside me but all of them directs towards you.

Should we start love?

The first time I laid eyes on you on this very day 1 year back, walking slowly towards me.
I was so nervous and speechless that how could ever a girl like you be my girl.

The first eye contact of ours. I still remember, it seemed like everything stopped for a while.
All I could see was that mesmerizing smile that blew away my mind till u slowly tapped me just to get me believe that whatever happened was all real.

The beautiful elegant girl standing in front of me was my girlfriend and I still couldn’t believe.
The time when your soft lips touched mine I felt what love feels like…
Our lips seemed to be working in their own magical way dancing along with our tongue.
The way you kissed me made me forget everything all around me and just feel the love you were pouring within me.
And then your touch on my bare skin, it felt like you were making a sculpture on my body using your magical fingers roaming all over my body…
The way your lips felt , was something I could never forget…you made me feel like I am the only thing you want to savour your whole life.
The tingling sensation inside my belly was craving for you.

And when your fingers touched me I couldn’t help but let out a moan.

You didn’t just fill me within you but also devoured my soul,our souls met that day my love.

Thank you for loving me with all you have and making me feel like the most loved girl.

One of those days, when it rains unceasingly and I have to hurry up in the subway to catch the bus to go to my workplace. My hair looked dishevelled as I tried to pull up the hood of my raincoat over my head.
 Water dripped from my hair. Suddenly my phone rang. I looked a bit alarmed as I was expecting some colleague of mine who would call me to adjust her classes. Thankfully it was not one of them.

It was my cousin calling me up.

Her name was Tina as my siblings and I lovingly called her. She was all of twenty- six, tall, dark with a warm smile and sensitive eyes which looked eternally blissful. All my siblings and I were married.
We had arranged marriages and were living comfortably so now it was her turn to get married. She was working as a receptionist in a hotel located near the Airport.
“ Didibhai, I have married”

“ So who is the lucky guy?”

“ His name is Krishna. He is a driver by profession. He drives his Uncle’s car who happens to be my Boss”.

Her ecstatic voice made me shudder. I could no longer keep track of what she was uttering. A driver by profession, my cousin had committed a blunder. What more could I say when there were so many young men with lucrative pay packages who were interested in her. She had chosen a taxi driver over them.

“So, where are you staying?”

“In my in law’s place”

“Take care”.

I ended abruptly. There were pangs of despair pricking in my heart. My cousin was a girl having a lavish taste. She wore jeans which cost two thousand rupees. My Uncle happened to be a LIC agent, who had spent all his money on his dear daughter’s education and upbringing. He was a man of strict principles.
Other than that he took special pride in the fact that he was a Brahmin. I really did not know how he would be able to tolerate his daughter’s discreet behavior. The incident or accident as he would term it would ruin him.
Two hours later after reaching my workplace, I called my Aunt. She was crying over her daughter’s betrayal. Krishna had always visited the household as a friend. Never had my Aunt suspected anything existing between them other than friendship. She would be doubly accused by her husband now.
First, for trusting her daughter unquestioningly. Next is for hiding the affair from her husband.
A squalor would perpetuate now, a big fight would break up in the house. My thoughts jammed in, I worried about my cousin’s future.

The day went on as usual. Although melancholic I trudged my way to most of my classes with my chalk and register in hand. I shouted hoarsely like a professor in engineering college is supposed to do. I later came out and sighed if only my cousin had married an engineer. I spent three or four days quietly without talking with anyone. My Aunt had lost her mother when she was one year old. Probably she deserved better in life I thought, rather than seeing her daughter getting married to a low caste taxi driver. I am a typically convent educated person so my schooling had taught me restraint rather than getting involved in fits of passion. I supported my Aunt over my cousin, autumn leaves I sarcastically meditated on her sudden marriage to this boy.
Since Tina’s marriage, one week had passed now. I had tried to hold all my premonitions regarding their marriage. My Uncle was an angry and emotionally devastated man. Tina knew her marriage would not be accepted easily by her family. She had married in a Kali temple and moved to her in law’s place.
They were businessmen who owned two shops and a two-storied house.

Tina had been welcomed to the house by her mother- in- law but her father- in- law was adamant. He was of opinion that Krishna had married without consent so he should try to provide for his wife instead of depending upon them. They had thus no option other than moving to my Uncle’s place.

Krishna’s Uncle had removed both of them from their job where they had previously worked. They both were now looking for a job. The young couple’s struggle had begun together. With whatever little savings they had accumulated, they had rented a small house. They came every day for their meal to my Aunt’s place. Meanwhile, my Uncle shouted at both of them. He blamed both of them as irrational. He even tried to convince his daughter to leave Krishna. But Tina remained firm and unmoved. She said she loved Krishna and come what may they would stick together.
After some weeks the matter had settled down, I thought. I hardly found the time to visit them. My mind had moved from a state of fear to stage of gentle reconciliation. We were hoping for things to work out for themselves One day while I was fast asleep my phone started ringing. As I picked up the phone my mother’s voice cried.
 “ Tina has committed suicide. Your Aunt is ill. She has been rushed to the hospital.”

I was shocked and petrified. On that fatal day, my Uncle had scolded her and told her to stop eating at their place. She was angry and felt insulted and had walked out grudgingly. Nobody had followed her. She had slipped quietly into the house, taken a chord fastened it to the fan and hanged herself. Her husband had found it fifteen minutes late. She was already dead by that time.

I do not know what drove her to death. Was it love or reality that kept weighing on her soul? I knew no answer, I only know what happens when we fail to empathize. We end up losing our loved ones. Once again, it was raining today and as I was getting drenched I just hoped it washed away my tears and cleansed my heart.
With the publication of Viswanathan's interview, Ramya received congratulations from all over. Mainstream newspapers and channels still cover the revolution only in the world news section, but the new media has now taken over the black revolution.
Online media, which used to be limited to world news but the paparazzi stories of William and Harry, are now making space for news of revolution. But Ramya will always be at the forefront with news that they don't even get.
 We usually make up for the slow pace of regular work on Sundays. Since all the people who were staying with them got married and moved, they usually sleep in on Sundays. I have been to the office for a few weeks now. Nightlife and dance parties are all gone. Ramya has been told this week. She comes like this on days when she feels very happy. We will finish the weekend by drinking beer, making biryani and watching movies
I learned from Ramya that you don't need a lot of money to live the way you want. During the journey she did not spend a single rupee for food or water and there were many people to help her. I think it is true that if we want something, the whole world will conspire to make it happen.
That day, I had asked her if she would like to come with me to Kochi when I was leaving. She must have known it was a beautiful word, she lovingly declined. She has made fun of me by saying that many times later. She used to win many arguments by saying that
I am a coward who leaves a girl alone. I felt great guilt about the incident for some time, and later I atoned for it by getting Ramya to work in our office. Although she initially agreed, she quickly became the smartest employee in the office. I also felt the most respect for her among the women I met.
It was she who taught me many lessons in life, including the aforementioned economics. Our Purachithalaivi. Purachithalaivi.
 I named the star smiling at us in the sky. Ramya fell lazily into my arms, happy to have finished the last thing that was left for that night.
In the midst of the revolution, that night, we were able to preserve and complete the life. Over the next week, new news about the black revolution kept coming. Our job was to find them all in a hurry. After the initial months, the revolution is now growing faster.
It is entering new areas every day. Cinema, art, sports, fashion, literature and so on, the revolution has spread to all fields. Black has come a long way in beauty concepts. African traditional beauty practices and clothing were introduced and adopted in Europe with innovation. The most interesting thing is that even creams have been introduced to make the color darker!! African art forms and music became the new trend in Europe and America. The strength and power of opium were more recognized in Europe, or it could be said that it gained recognition and progressed. In fact, all this was not a coincidence.

Ramya has been to Tirupathi. At least three or four times. Lord Trethirupati is so beloved by Tamils. The answer to my doubt as to why Viswanathan chose Tirupati was the same. Tirupati Bhagwan was a great devotee of AnatreViswanathan. I thought that he would be an atheist and that information surprised me. Otherwise, what is there to be surprised about? It is the blessings that come unexpectedly that make a person a believer.

As far as he who has nothing is concerned, faith is the only hope. Like a lottery ticket. Most of our bus was visiting families. Grandfather, grandmother, and grandchildren are among them. Those who have darshan will be happy to see them having fun and enjoying the journey. Perhaps temples were made for such gatherings. By the time he closed his eyes and opened them, he was back.

We had taken out the room to be fresh. We walked right there. It is not yet dawn but the road is crowded. Our hotel was near the railway station. Even the railway station looks like Ambalam from outside.
Ramya was the first to say that this is the railway station, thinking that it is time to start praying. We immediately showered and got ready. There is a dress code in the temple. Couldn't get into pantoshorts.Must be Mundopaijama. Women have a bit more leeway.
Apart from saree, churidar is also accepted. I have heard that Guruvayur has fought for this in Nadu and it may have happened here too.
Ramya said yesterday about the dress code. It is the first opportunity to grow outside the country. Ramya is a churidar. I felt a little resentment toward the person who changed the law. Ramya has never been seen in a saree. An opportunity has been lost.
But she is more beautiful, girls are most beautiful when they go to Ambala, and Aishwaryaam Ramya too. After breakfast, we went straight to the foothills of Thirumala.

A mountain full of hair in front can be seen with back curves. Ambalam is at the top of Emala, and even if you look from below, you cannot see the end. There is a shuttle service from here to Ambalam, one of which we boarded, and it is quite hot in Tirupati now. It's just that it's less now because it's white. Bushair began to take turns.

We left Tirupatinagar below and started our journey up. May you immortalize the unknown architects who built such a huge Ambala centuries ago at such a height, taking at least half an hour to reach the top. Rajmurukan told us that it can be found in one of the reception rooms of the temple. Ramya said that he can go there after seeing the Lord.

There is a rush of devotees, but there is a special vip darshan facility for those who don't have time to wait. Only a 300 rupee fine should be paid for the sin of missing the turn and going to meet the Lord. After paying the fine and washing away the sins, we went to see the Lord.

We had to wait for a while as there was plenty of VIP with 300 rupees on hand. However, he was able to worship the Lord without delay. The Lord will be here in the Kali Yuga when there is everything in the pillar, rust, and Vaikuntha. Tirupati is closer than Vaikunth so this trip is never a waste. The world's richest Lord is standing before me to pay my debt.
Blaming Anil Ambani, Vijay Mallya, and Nirav Modi for letting them all down, we will not hesitate to come here and contribute to repaying the debt of God. Faith..that's all!!! After the darshan, we went to the room Viswanathan told us about.
There were not many people in the room. Only three or four of his close companions. Everyone, including Viswanathan, had their heads shaved. Thank you for the cause!!! Unlike usual, Viswanathan spoke with a more formal tone, hinting that what he was going to say might be something unpleasant or unacceptable. Guess not... the same..
A new Dravidian kingdom with all South Indian states!! That is Viswanathan's next goal... It's a subject that the predecessors have tried too. Even Annadurai and Karunanidhi have tried and failed.
"Separatism is a crime" Ramyatan expressed his opposition and said.
 "True. but if the new kingdom becomes a reality, I will be a hero there... the greatest patriot. sometimes even the father of the nation ".
Viswanathan was all in all. Even the venue chosen to hold this meeting must be part of this calculation.
Viswanathan did not come here just to seek the blessings of Lord Tirupati. Chittoor, which includes Anthirupati, is the confluence of three major states of South India. People who can handle Telugu, Kannada and Tamil languages simultaneously.A perfect place to spring a South Indian revolution.Holy land for not enough.
The place where God resides. Rajmurukan envisions this place as the capital of the new kingdom. Viswanathan went further by telling his dreams and wishes. His companions savored his every word like sweet morsels of pie, but the same problem that Ramya had brought up drew them back. Viswanathan concluded the meeting by saying that because he saw the cowardice of his companions, he should keep this matter a secret for the time being and we can discuss more next time.
 When we said goodbye to them and got down from there, both of us were restless. We realized with dismay that the revolution was changing course and that this epoch was headed for danger. By the time we came back down the mountain, the weather outside had changed. Hot fire winds were blowing around us. The weather of the revolution has also changed. The heat wave of unrest has begun.
After the meeting in Tirupati, we began to distance ourselves mentally from the Black Revolution. After that meeting, Ramya could be seen as very disappointed. Later, she did not show interest in calling Viswanathan or following up on the revolution. She deliberately diverted to other news.
This shocked the people in the office, but no one dared to ask Ramya. Some people tried to find out about me, but I lied that I didn't know anything. Even when the boss asked, we avoided it without answering it properly.
There was no such important news about the revolution. A few days passed after that meeting, but there was no further action. Perhaps Viswanathan is waiting for a favorable situation. To overcome the despair of the revolution, we had to retreat somewhere. I haven't been since I was in the country. Even the Tharavatkavile Theiya, which goes without fail every year, could not keep up with the rush of covering the revolution this time. There's another one closer to home this week.
So we both decided to go home. You can reach the country in one night. After Mysore, Kuttak and Veerajpet, Naada.Ramya comes first. Ramya has been told at home. I have talked to my mother. It's a big deal for everyone. However, they do not like to bring a girl. Mother also indicated that. No matter what you say, the country is the old country.
 No matter how great the revolution and progress are, people are still old. But these days a change is needed. Especially for her. I couldn't leave her alone there. Ramya is sleeping soundly with her head on my shoulder. Traveling with a girl was my biggest desire when going to the country. Sometimes, even if you get close to some girls, you can't even have one.
Many times I have helped them to fall asleep by leaning on their shoulders and sleeping soundly on their shoulders and they would go down without even saying goodbye. At that time, the desire was to go home with a girl. This is what many young people in Kochiwant do, not just me. It was a little late and he reached home.
We woke up Ramya and got off the bus. Even though I have told her about my country, she is seeing her for the first time. She was surprised to see red flags, flex boards, and revolutionary greetings everywhere. It is a new experience for many that communism remains so strong in a small town. This was a new sight even for my friends outside Kannur. So what about Ramya? "Communism is not something that can be removed from life. It is a habit," I proudly told Ramya, borrowing AKG's words.
When we got home, everyone was getting up. I had told my cousin to come home as Ramya was coming and she along with her mother received Ramya. Ramya has a knack for interacting with people very quickly and becoming one of them. Therefore, within a short time, she became a housewife.
There was no such important news about the revolution. A few days passed after that meeting, but there was no further action. Perhaps Viswanathan is waiting for a favorable situation. To overcome the despair of the revolution, we had to retreat somewhere.