கொஞ்சம் சிரி

சோகங்கள் வேண்டாமே நீயும் தான் கொஞ்சம் சிரி
கண்ணீரே வேண்டாமே கண்ணாடி கலங்கிடுமே
உந்தன் பொய்யில்லா சிரிப்பினை கண்ணாடி கொண்டாடும்
உந்தன் கன்னத்து குழி கண்டு கண்ணாடி வெட்கம் கொள்ளும்

உந்தன் புன்னகையில் யாழ் இசையும் தோற்றிடுமே
உந்தன் கண்ணில் கண்ணீர் அடடா தேம்பி வருவது ஏன்
நீயும் தான் அழுவதை கண்டால்
நிலவும் வராது போகும்
உன் கண்ணீர் பூமியில் பட்டால்
பூகம்பம் வந்திட கூடும்
நீயோ சிரித்தால்
வானம் எங்கும்
மேகம் கூடி
மழையும் பொழியும்
காகித பூவில் கூட மனம் வீசும்
வண்ணத்து பூச்சிகள் கூட நெடுநாள் வாழும்
நெடுநாள் வாழும்
நெடுநாள் வாழும்

உந்தன் சிரிப்பின் அலையே
பூச்சிக்கும் இசையாகும்
உந்தன் சிரிப்பின் அலையே
பூச்சிக்கும் இசையாகும்
அந்த ஒலியினை கேட்டிட
பறவைகள் பரதம் ஆடும்
அந்த இசையினை கேட்டிட பாம்பும்
காதுகள் கேட்கும்
அந்த இசையினை கேட்டிட பாம்பும்
காதுகள் கேட்கும்

மரமும் அதற்கு அசைந்து கொடுக்கும் 

கடலின் அலையும் சுகமாய் உணரும் 

எல்லோரும் ரசித்திட கொஞ்சம் சிரி 

சோகங்கள் எதற்கு கொஞ்சம் சிரி 

கொஞ்சம் சிரி 

கொஞ்சம் சிரி





இது ஹிந்தி திரைப்படம் Striker இல் இடம்பெற்ற சம் சம் என்ற பாடலை தமிழில் அழகுபடுத்தி பார்க்கும் முயற்சி. கிழே இருக்கும் இந்த காணொளி இந்த பாடலின் உடையது. தமிழில் பொருந்த பாடுங்கள். வரியை மாற்றி அமைப்பினும் பொருள் மாறாது இருக்கும்படி எழுதி உள்ளேன்
நீயும் தான் கொஞ்சம் சிரி சோகங்கள் வேண்டாமே முதல்
கொஞ்சம் சிரி சோகங்கள் எதற்கு வரை அவ்வாறே எழுதி உள்ளேன்.
கடைசி வரியிலிருந்து மேலே போயினும் ஒரு கவிதை.
கொஞ்சம் சிரியுங்கள் பாடலை பாடி. பாடலை பாடி கொஞ்சம் சிரியுங்கள். :)

Pithru Devo Bhava - Father who went to hunt

                  Dubai, the city which never goes dark. The land of opportunities. The city with mix of all races. Native Arabs, Indian, Filipinos, Pakistanis, Srilankans, Bangladeshis, Europeans and many more. The city which is ready to give anyone the happiness, money and many more. The skyscrapers in Sheik Zayad Road, the beautiful Jumerah beach, number of malls, the tallest Burj Khalifa, clean roads ensure that the person lives in one of the best cities. But it holds sorrow of many people out there. The sorrow of separation.

1992, Mayavaram, India.
                 
                    The sun is set to give way for darkness. The car came towards the street near Mayuranathaswamy Temple. Kids were playing games in the street. One small kid ran towards the person who came down from the car.
                    "Appa I won in lock and key today."
                    "Good."
Sivasamy took a chocolate he bought for his kid and gave it to him. He went inside the house and called his wife Parvathy. They both have kid Vijayan who is two and a half years old. Parvathy is pregnant and expecting a baby in couple of months.
                   "Parvathy. I need your decision."
                   "For what?"
Vijay came and sat on the lap of Sivasamy.
                   "The time of calculating to buy everything is over."
                   "How?"
                   "This thousand rupees a month car driving life is over. Do you know Ganesan?"
                   "Yes. The driver who worked with you in travels."
                   "He left to Dubai eight months back. He earns 1200 Dirhams per month for driving car. Nearly 10000 Rupees per month. They need more drivers. Guess what? He has suggested my name and I am leaving in couple of months. Vijayan can study in English medium school. A for Apple, B for Ball."
                   "But how many months once you will come?"
                   "One month per year. Company itself pays for ticket. They give salary for that month as well. I am allowed to call home once in a month. Five minutes for free."
                   "One year once? You can live happily here with what you earn. Why should you leave us?"
                   "Don't be silly Parvathy. I have to give Vijayan and the baby good life. They should get whatever they want. They should not feel like me in future that their father didn't give them good opportunities. I'm not going there once for all. I will be coming here for a month every year. When our children settle in their life, I'll be back to India once for all."
                   After long discussion, Sivasamy convinced Parvathy.

Two months later
               
                    "Are we going to Ooty?", asked Vijayan to his dad seeing him packing his dress.
                    "Yes."
                    "Where are my dresses? Where are mom's?"
                    "Parvathy! Why didn't you pack Vijayan's dress? Pack them."
                    Vijayan was very happy when his mother packed the dresses. He did not know that this was all lie, He did not know his father would be available only one month a year from then. He was very happy thinking that they were going for a picnic. He took his favorite dress and gave it to his mom.

Next day morning,
              The car was returning back from Chennai airport after sending off Sivasamy. Vijayan woke up and found his dad missing.
                "Mom, where is dad?"
                "He went for his work. Our Ooty trip is cancelled. He sent us back in half way."
                "When will he come back?" Vijayan started to cry.
                "Don't cry. He will come in next week. He will get you chocolates when he comes back."
                "I need Dairy milk."
                "I will ask him to bring 10 Dairy milk. Don't cry. Stop it."
               Vijayan slept after some time. Parvathy touched her stomach and felt the movements of her baby. Tears came out of her eyes.

Dubai    
                 Sivasamy came out of the airport. Ganesan came to pick him. Sivasamy was explaining about his first flight experience. They went to the office where the Malayali boss of them welcomed in good manner. Sivasamy completed his joining procedures and gave his passport to the owner. It took 20 days for him to take driving license. The free telephone day came. 26 days since he came to Dubai. He didn't speak to his family till then. He called at 4:30 PM Dubai time.
                  "Hello."
                  "Hello."
                  "Sivasamy speaking. How are you?"
                  "I'm fine. How are you? Are you getting good food over there? Everyday Vijayan waits in entrance waiting for you. I'm struggling to convince him daily."
                  "Is he there?"
                  "Yes."
                  "Give it to him."
                  "Vijayan, dad is calling you. He is on the line.", called her mom.
                  "Appa."
                  "Vijayan, did you have snacks?"
                  "When will you come dad?"
                  "I'll bring you lot of chocolates when I come back. Do listen to what mom says. Okay."
                  "Two more minutes", said the telephone incharge.
                  "Give it to mom, Vijayan"
                  "No. Tell me when will you come back." Vijayan started to cry.
                  "I got struck in a jungle. I'm finding it difficult to hunt the lion. After hunting it, I'll come back. Give it to mom."
                   Vijayan gave the telephone to Parvathy.
                   "Have we taken a wrong decision?", asked Parvathy.
                   "Why do you say like like that?"
                   "30 seconds more", said the telephone incharge.
                   "Don't worry. I'm doing good here. Somethings have to be compromised in life. I don't have good education to earn more money. More money means quality life to our children. I have only 15 more seconds. Take care. God is with us."

The memories of his family made him uneasy. Ganesan took him to the beach nearby. The sound of waves gave him happiness. He heard a song running in the background. He turned towards that side and found a group of kids dancing together.

He wend towards there and he felt happy to see those kids. Vijayan's face came to his mind. Tears came out of his eyes.

                                 
Ganesan saw him crying and took him to the room.
                    "It hurts. It will. But it is not good to cry."
                    "When I saw those kids with their parents, I felt bad. Similarly Vijayan, that small kid will feel the same when he sees some kid with his father."
                     "I can understand. But things will be accustomed. It will."
                     "Parvathy is expecting a baby next month. I'm here. I will not be able to see my child for ten months. Will my child come to me after ten months? This life is not sweet for us."
                    "Sleep well. After you complete four years, you can go twice a year as well."

Next month after the call,
                    "Ganesan, God blessed us with a baby girl. She was born twenty days back. Do you know her name? Sivagami. "
                    "Very good."
                    "She is white as her mother."
                    "Very good. I'll go to your place on my vacation next month. I will take a photo of your child and bring it to you."
                    "Thanks Ganesan."

Few days after, Ganesan and Sivasamy went for shopping. He bought clothes for Vijayan and Sivagami. Ganesan went for the vacation and Sivasamy is the lone man in the room. He started to come out of sadness and took the life as it was. But he used to be upset for the two days after every monthly calls. He used to see the photograph of their children in those days.

The day came. Siavasamy's first vacation. He landed on Chennai airport. His wife and children came there to pick him up. Vijayan ran and hugged him. He took Sivagami and she smiled at him. He kissed her. The 30 days went like a minute. He started to pack the clothes. Vijayan came and stopped him.
                    "Dad. I will not allow you to pack the dress."
                    "Parvathy. Pack his dress as well."
                    "No, dad. We are not going anywhere. Let us be here in this home. I will not allow you to go out."
                    "Oh my son! Do you know what? I killed a lion right."
                    "Yes, In the jungle."
                    "I got a phone from the jungle. One more lion has come to the jungle and killing everyone over there. Should I go there and kill that lion?"
                    "Yes, Shall I come with you?"
                    "No. The lion doesn't like children. I will take you with me when you grow up."
                    "Okay."
Years passed by. The kids realised that their father was working in some other country for their welfare. One month a year visit became fifteen days in every six months. They wait for that fifteen days for being together with their father. The cellphones and internet made their once in a month calls, once in five days call.

June, 2005
                  "Two good news Ganesan."
                  "Good. Good."
                  "Vijayan scored 94 percent in Tenth exam. Sivagami attained puberty. I have to be there. But see."
                   "Don't start to cry again. Thirteen years are over."
                   "Why should I? Three more years, after my son joins college, I will head back to India. I will set up a departmental stores. Three flats and some sovereigns of gold. All I achieved. I need to spend some time with them. I will take Sivagami to school daily. I should have done this when she was in primary. But she can understand. And I will ask my son to ride his motorcycle and go with him for a long distance. No more Deira, Bur Dubai and Karama. Hereafter Mayavaram, departmental stores and time with my family."
                  "Great Sivasamy. I am proud of you. Will you give me a job in your department stores."
                  "(Laughs) With the amount you have saved, you can have your own. Infact two of them."

April, 2008
                "My last phone call from here. Last one. I will be with you all from now on."
                "So no more lion hunting, dad(Laughs)"
                "I know how bad you would have felt. Separation. It hurts. From being a kid, till now. Bad father I am."
                "No dad. You're always nice except for one thing. Now I am grown up. Eighteen years old. An Engineering student. I guess you will take me while you go for lion hunting."
                "The lions are back to Mayildauthurai(laughs). No more separations for lion hunting hereafter."
                "Okay dad. Safe journey. I'll be in Mayiladuthurai and I have to come back to Coimbatore for my semester exam. After the exam, let us do the hunting together."

At Mayiladuthurai,
                "Welcome home, Dad. Waiting to be with you for a long time. Atleast Vijayan was with you for two and a half continuous years.", said Sivagami.
                "Don't worry. Your dad will be with you forever."
                "Parvathy! You are a great woman. You have brought them up single handedly."
                "Dad", came Vijayan from inside.
                "Vijayan. Good my boy. When is your exams?"
                "Monday Dad. I'm starting to Coimbatore day after tomorrow. We have 40 days semester holidays. It is leave for Sivagami as well. Let us go somewhere together."
                "Sure,. Let us go for Ooty then."
                "The same place you took me when I was two and a half. (Both laugh)"

The day after Vijayan's first exam,
                "Vijayan! Call from home.", Murali gave the phone to Vijayan.
                "I usually used to say about the exam paper to her. Today I didn't. That is why she would have called."
                "Hello Mom today's exam is easy. I have done well."
                "Good.Vijayan (cries)! Your dad has met up with an accident and died. Start immediately."
                "Mom!"
                "Don't ask me anything. Come immediately.", she cut the phone.
   
Vijayan came towards Murali and said,
               "Bro! My dad is dead and I have to start immediately. I don't have time to inform warden. Please inform him."
               "Wait. I'm coming with you."
               "No Murali. Tomorrow we have exam. Please stay back. I'm leaving."

Vijayan went to his home. He was not able to see his father dead. He was back to college after the day of cremation for exams.
               "You came in single day.", asked Murali.
               "My dad said to my mom when he was in hospital to send me back(cries)"
               "Sorry Vijayan. Don't cry."
               "When I was kid, he used to say he went for lion hunting and it took a year to hunt and come back. He said the same still I went to my third standard. This time he went to hunt lion without informing me and this time the wild lion killed him."
             

After six years-now
                Vijayan is a semiconductor engineer in Bangalore. Parvathy takes care of Sivasamy departmental stores. Sivagami studies engineering in one of the colleges in Mayiladuthurai.

இல்லாமை இல்லாமை ஆகட்டும்

கைகட்டி கூனிட்டு நின்ற  காலம் போயிற்று
பணம் படைத்தவர் பாடல்களுக்கு பக்கவாத்தியங்களாய்
இல்லாதவர்கள் அசைந்துகொடுக்கும் காலமிது

தேவைகள் தானோ மனிதனை
மத்தளமாகவும் ஜால்ராவாகவும் ஆக்குகிறது
இரு வேடதாரிகள் பலர் இங்கே
சிறந்த நடிகருக்கும் சிறந்தவர் இங்கே

பணமோ இங்கு கச்சேரி
ஜால்ரா வயலின் ஆக நினைக்கிறது
வயலின் வாய்பாட்டு பாட வளைந்து கொடுக்கிறது
இல்லாதவன் பக்கவாத்தியம்,
 பாடகன் ஆகும் வரை.

பணக்கச்சேரி பாடலோடு முடியட்டும்
பக்கவாத்தியங்கள் வாய்பாட்டு பாடட்டும்
இல்லாதவரே இல்லாமல் போகட்டும்
இல்லாமை இல்லாமை ஆகட்டும்

Mathru Devo Bhava - Aryamba's Sankara

788 CE, Kaladi, present Kerala
             "Aryamba! Finally God heard your prayers. You are pregnant. It seems a baby boy."
             "Thanks Kuchala. God has given a happy ending for 14 years of tragedy. Thirussur Vadakkunathar is a powerful God. I have to say my husband the good news.", said Aryamba.
             Aryamba and Sivaguru were couples lived in Kaladi. They were married since fourteen years and were childless.
             "Anna! Anna! Good news."
             "What is the news?", asked Sivaguru.
             "We are going to have a baby boy. Our prayers have been heard by God. Yes, I'm pregnant. Physician confirmed it."  
             "That too a boy. Siva himself will be born as our child."

After nine months,

It was a fine day in Kaladi. Sivaguru's house was located in the banks of river Poorna. Aryamba started to feel heavy pain. Sivaguru rushed to doctor's house.
             "Where is the doctor?"
             "She has gone to Poorna river to take bath. She will be back in ten minutes."
Sivaguru ran towards Poorna river. Doctor was taking bath then.
             "Doctor! Doctor! Aryamba is feeling heavy pain. Can you please come?"
              Doctor started to Sivaguru's home.
Sivaguru walked from end to end in entrance of the home. He was not able to bear the pain of his wife. He walked towards Poorna river. The sound of his wife out of pain was audible even there. He suddenly realized that the sound of pain stopped. He ran towards the home. While he neared the home, he heard the sound of a baby crying. The door of the home was locked from inside. He waited curiously for the doctor to come out. Doctor came out and said.
             "Sivaguru! Your son looks exactly like you. Aryamba wants to see you. Go in. Get me sweet tomorrow. Paladapradaman with excess of sugar."
             "Sure."

Sivaguru ran to the room and stopped two steps before his son. He saw his face and went silent for couple of minutes. He slowly moved towards his son and touched his right palm. He saw his wife and moved towards her.
             "God has showered his love towards us. What are we going to give back?", he said and tears started to come out of his eyes. He held Aryamba's hand.      
                                                         
                                                                                               
After ten days, naming ceremony
             "Sivaguru, what name you have chosen for your child?"
             "Aryamba!", Sivaguru called his wife.
             "He is a God's Gift to us. We are naming our child Sankara after him."
Aryamba said child's name Sankara thrice in his ear. So as her husband.

             Sankara showed great brilliance, patience, cleverness and he started to say mantras with his mother when he was one and a half years old. He had a good affection and love towards his parents.
One day when Sankara was 4, Sivaguru fell ill. He was not able to breath easy. Doctor came to their home and was not able to figure out the reason why it had happened so. She tried different herbal leaves and formulas. But Sivaguru's sickness aggravated day by day. He passed away. Sankara was four then. The age which could not understand death. People started to come and see Sivagiri before he was taken to burial ground. Sankara became happy since everyone started to visit his home. He was not able to understand why his father was sleeping for such a long time. He also did not understand why everyone was crying seeing his father. He went to Aryamba and said,
             "Mother. Why all are crying after seeing the father? Ask him to get up and say the goat joke so that everyone will laugh. No. No. Don't disturb him. I'll go and say."
Sankara opened his mouth to say the joke which his father used to say him. Aryamba stopped him. She hugged him and started to cry again.
              "Mom! Why are you crying? Why are you crying?"
              Sankara started to cry seeing his mother and everyone crying.
              He did all funeral duties to his father without knowing what was happening.
           
After four years,
              "Aryamba! Why can't you come with me to Thirusur. I take the responsibility of performing Sankara's Upanayanam. He is seven now. Let us put him in the Patasala. Why should you starve here in Kaladi? There is no one to take care of you.", said Aryamba's brother.
              "No Reghu. I won't. I have Sankara to take care of me and he has me to take care of him. I want to live in the place where his father lived with me."
              "People around me will talk evil if I leave you alone."
              "I'm not coming. Tell them that I am mad. Tell them that I will be troubling everyone if I come there."
              "Arya I don't know why are you doing like this. You are spoiling Sankara's future."
              "Thank you very much for your wishes. I'm making lunch for you. Please eat and go. You can come here at anytime to see your sister and to see how your sister's son is being spoiled."

After two days in Aryamba's home
             
              "Sankara!"
              "Mom."
              "Did you finish saying Slokas?"
              "Yes."
              "Do you like to live in uncle's home in Thirusur?"
              "For how many days, mom?"
              "Once for all."
              "Will Loganathan come with me?"
              "No. His parents stay here. How will he come?"
              "Hmmm. Will Poorna river flow in Thirusur?"
              "No."
              "Okay."
              "I will not be staying with you in Thirusur. Your uncle will bring you here once in 15 days."
              "No, mom. I'm not going there. I can't go without Loganathan."
              "So. Not for me?"
              "Hmmm. I don't know."
              "Amma. Loganathan is wearing poonal. He said we have to do upanayanam to wear it. When is my upanayanam, mom. He also said father has to do it. Then who will do my upanayanam?"
             "I... I will ask our pandit about your upanayanam. Your uncle will do all rituals that has to be done by father."
            "When mom?"
            "In an auspicious day."
            "When is it?"
            "I have to ask pandit."
            "Okay. What should I do after my upanayanam?"
            "You have to learn all Vedas and become a scholar. All have to say that Aryamba's son is a great scholar. Will you do that?"
            "Yes, mom. I will."

In Pandit's home
            "Sankara will be seven in coming month. This is the right time for his upanayanam."
            "Very brilliant boy. I have seen him telling slokas in Krishnan temple. There is an auspicious day 4 days after Visu. We will have it on that day."
            "Thanks. I am planning to send him to you for learning Veda.  I want him to become a Vedic scholar."
            "All is in the hands of Eswara."

On the day of Upanayanam in one of the local houses,
            There was a local couple who were back from the upanayanam,
            "Lalitha. She has succeeded. Aryamba is a great woman.  She has raised the kid without her husband. She has managed to serve good food for each everyone. She did not borrow money from anyone."
            "Ya. She is. She brought up her son very well. Sure he will become a scholar. Did you see how nicely Sankara help her mother? Very nice boy. God have to give blessings to him. Aryamba came to me and cried. She said how the event mattered to her. She is living each and every second for Sankara. Her prayers has to come true."
            "It will."


         Sankara learnt Vedas from the pandit. He learnt all the three Vedas Rig, Yajur and Sama in a span of five years. He was able to say any verse in Veda.
            "Mom. I have kept the bhiksha rice here."
            "Okay."
            "Mom. I have learnt all the three Vedas. I feel I have to renounce my life and take Sanyasa."
            "Don't ever talk like that. Close your mouth. Why should you take Sanyasa? It is not that easy."  
            "I know it mom. I understood that one can be enlightened only when he knows oneself. Renouncing is a route to it."
            "I like to see my grandchildren. I want to play with them. I want to go to Krishna temple and say sloka with you daily. I don't want to sit and think about your whereabouts. You are fourteen years now. This is the time for you to get married and not to become Sanyasi. You can go and help Pandit. You can learn more."
            "My wish is to take Sanyasa and travel all holy places and to know more about God and religion. But fulfilling mother's wish is a Dharma for every son. As you wish."                  
           Aryamba got a guilty feeling that his son would leave from her. She wanted him to stay with her forever. She started to see bride for Sankara.
         
Next day morning in the Poorna river,
           "Mom! It has been a long time I swimed to the opposite shore. Water is flowing very slow. Shall I swim to the shore in the other end?"
           "Be careful."
Sankara started to swim in the river which was about 50 meter wide. He crossed to the opposite direction and started to swim towards the other end. Suddenly the flow of river increased. Sankara started to move towards the direction of flow of water. He became invisible at a point of time. Aryamba ran towards river to rescue him. People around stopped her.
           "I want to save my son. Leave me.", yelled Aryamba.
           "Don't be silly. If you go in now, you will die.", said Parvathi, a local woman.
Aryamba tried to jump into river. Parvathi stopped her and took her to home. Aryamba started to cry.
           "Mahadeva! He wanted to stay away from me by taking Sanyasa. I said no to him. Now you took away him from me.Why do you take his life? I would have said yes when he asked. Please give him back to me. I will send him to  Sanyasa as he wished"
           "He is not dead. There are chances he will come back. Why chances? He will comeback for sure. Why are you giving such promises to God?"
           "He has to live. He has to."
           "He will."
Sankara came inside the room. Aryamba ran towards him. She slapped him and hugged him.
           "Why are you crying mom?", asked Sankara.
           "You are free to take up Sanyasa. I won't be a barrier.", replied Aryamba. She continued to cry. Parvathi left the home meanwhile.
           "Mom. Please stop crying."
           "Tomorrow. You can start."
           "Mom. Please stop crying."
 Aryamba wiped her tears. She stopped crying and continued in a bold tone.
           "My wish is that you have to take Sanyasa."
           "As you wish mom."

The next day morning Aryamba got up. Sankara was taking bath and was wearing saffron dress. Her mind insisted to stop him. But she could not.
A voice from Aryamba's home entrance, "Bhavathi Bhiksham Dehi. Bhavathi Bhiksham Dehi."
Aryamba took rice to give as Bhiksha. When she came out she found that the boy is Sankara. Her heart said stop him. But her hands were placing rice in Sankara's plate. Sankara took his first Bhiksha from his mother after renouncing.

Days gone by. Aryamba spent her days thinking about Sankara's childhood days. She used to offer prayers daily in Krishnan temple for Sankara. She got news that his son has been called as Sankaracharya by every one and he was treated like God. Sankaracharya created Atharvana Veda, the fourth Veda. He acted as ambassador of God. Some even took him as an avatar of God.

He spread the belief of Hinduism in all corners. He wrote new slokas. When he went to Moogambika to worship Goddess, she literally saw his mother's face through the Goddess idol. He thought of going to Kaladi.
       
                     "Aryamba! Sankaracharya is going to visit Kaladi. We are blessed. Avatar of our very own Eshwara."
                    "(Coughs) I have to get out of here."
                    "Why?"
                    "He is Sankaracharya. Avatar of Eswara to everyone. He could be. He challenged his death when he was 14. But he is Sankara to me. The same old Sankara. I know he will come back. To see me. But he is Sanyasi now. How can he have feeling of relationship being a Sanyasi? Definitely he will come and see me. That is incorrect. I leave(Coughs rigorously)."
                    "You are not looking good today. (Touches her neck) Oh my God. It is very hot. Come let me take you to doctor."

After two months,

                    "Sankaracharya has come to Krishnan temple. He will be giving a speech today."
                    "Aryamba will be happy if she sees him. She died in young age. Unlucky woman."
                    "What?"
                    "Yes. She died today morning."
                    "What?"
                    "Yes."
                    "I'm going to say this to Sankaracharya."

Parvathi in temple. She ran towards the place where Sankaracharya was meditating. He was in deep meditation then.
                                  
                   "Guruji. Guruji. Your mom has died today morning. Just few hours before. Guruji. Guruji."
         
Sankaracharya did not open his eyes. He continued to be in meditation. Parvathi left from there as his disciples said her to go away and not to disturb. When Sankaracharya finished his meditation, one of his disciples went to him and said that his mother has died. Sankaracharya marched towards Aryamba's home.
                             
                   "Guruji. You are not supposed to come here.", said one of the persons waiting for her funeral.
                   "She is my mother.", replied Sankaracharya.
                   "She was. You are a Guru. It is not necessary to explain you that there is no mother, father or any other relation for a Sanyasi."
                   "Eshwara! Please allow me."
                   "I won't"
                   "Let me do the funeral rituals to my mom."
                   "We won't allow a person who do rituals to God to do for a human being."
                   "She is my God."
                   "Be like a Guruji. We won't let you in."

The local pandit interrupted and said, "It is not correct to stop Guruji. What he said is right. Whatever he does is correct. Mother is a prime God. Let him do the rituals."
                   There was intense discussion.
                   "Whom do you call a God?"
                   "The one who crated us, the one who protects us,"
                   "Yes. I'm here because of her. She is my God.She is the first God I've seen in the earth. You said it is duty of me to do the rituals to God. Let me do my rituals to God."

                     
The people who opposed became silent. Aryamba's body was taken to the banks of river Poorna and was burried.

Sankaracharya sat near the place where she was burried and did meditation for more than 10 days. He created slokas for mother and chanted it. He bowed near the place where his mother was buried  He started to leave. He injected belief of Hinduism. He is called as Adisankaracharya even now. He is in high praise in everyone's mind since he said mother is the prime God - Mathru Devo Bhava.
                                    

அம்மா

பாத்திரம் விலக்கையில்
ஒரு கை பின்னிருந்து
கையை விலக்கி  கூறியது
உனக்கேன் இது
நான் பார்த்து கொள்கிறேன் என்று

இதில் மட்டும் ஒரு அகந்தை
வியர்வை சிந்தவும் விடாத அகந்தை
பொறாமை குணம் வேறு
இவன் செய்திடுவானே என்ற பொறாமை
இதிலும் ஒரு பெருமிதம்
தன மகன் பருக்கை விடாமல்
ரசித்து உண்டுள்ளான் என்று

கைகள் இதனை செய்யும்போது
கண்கள் கூறியது
அங்கே பார் பால் பொங்கிற்று
அவன் துயிலுமுன்
அருந்த கொடு என்று

அவளின் எல்லா உறுப்பும்
இரு வேலை செய்யுமோ
கண்கள் பேசிடும்
பின்கழுத்தும் தொலை தூரம் பார்க்கும்
சுவாசம் அணைக்கும்

கடவுளுக்கு ஏன் இந்த வஞ்சகம்?

அவனுக்கும் அன்னை உண்டே 

அவள் உறுப்புகளும் 

இரு வேலை செய்யுமோ?

நம் அன்னையை மிஞ்சிடுவாளோ?

இருக்காது - இது ஒவ்வொரு 

மகனுக்கும் மகளுக்கும் 

இருக்கும் அகந்தை 

பெருமை உண்மை !! 

Ramakrishnan and God - Love to Hate to Void to Climax

            "Everything in this world is protected by God. God will do anything to keep us safe. If we pray to him, he will shower his love to us. To keep everyone happy, my Lord Venkateswarar work day and night."

            "How much fees should we pay to him, Granny?"

            "You have immense love on him and pray him from your heart. He will certainly help you free of cost."

            "How should I pray?"

            "Join your palms like this. Close your eyes. Think of Lord Krishna."

            "Then."

            "Say Hare Rama Hare Rama! Rama Rama Hare Hare! Hare Krishna Hare Krishna! Krishna Krishna Hare Hare!"

            "Hare Rama Hare Rama! Rama Rama Hare Hare! Hare Krishna Hare Krishna! Krishna Krishna Hare Hare"

           People feed the children with food. Most of the also feed faith of God. If it rains, it is because of God. If a tremor hits, it is because of God. If a guy has a fever, it is because of God. If a successful sperm fuses with egg and comes out as fetus, it is because of God. If one sneezes, it is because of God. If a big tower is hit by a hijacked plane, it is because of God. If a woman gets raped by a group of people, it is because of God.

         
          Ramakrishnan is one such child from a small village called Erachakulam in Tamilnadu. His parents fed food to him. And his granny fed him a lot of Hindu mythological stories. He believed that God and his father are the ultimate superstars of the universe. The kid developed a great love  towards God. He slept keeping Lord Krishna's idol near his pillow. He used to go to temple twice a day. He used to tell all Slokas with his granny. He started to feel that he was a close friend of Lord Krishna.

                                                          

             Days gone by. Ramakrishnan started going to school. Ramakrishnan used to pray that everyone in the world should be happy. From a certain stage, he started to demand God for his personal needs. He succeeded in everything for which he prayed the God. He started to believe that everything goes well since he says Slokas. 

              It was Half Yearly Examination in the school. Ramakrishnan was studying class fifth then. It was Science exam. Ramkarishnan did not know answer for many questions. He left those questions blank. He came back home and prayed,

           
                "Oh God! Last time for Quarterly Examination, I prayed that some of the questions should not come and you did that for me. But this time, you turned deaf ear to me. I understand that you have to serve crores and crores of people. But you have to put me in high priority since I chant slokas and visit you in temple twice a day. Granny said that you don't expect fees. But I offered you one Rupee in Hundial as well. It is okay. It is your duty to fill the unanswered questions and get me good marks. Vasudeva Sugamdevam  .... Krishnam Vante Jagadgurum."

              Granny told Ramakrishnan Mahabharatha and Ramayana stories during the Half yearly holidays. A doubt came up in his mind.

              "Granny! Granny! Why enemity grew between Pandavas and Gauravas?"

              "Gauravas cheated Pandavas and defeated them in a dice game."

              "So it grew up into a war where many people died."

              "Yes."

              "If Krishna made their mind not to play dice, the war wouldn't have happened. So it was his mistake to come late. Krishna is the culprit."

              "Don't talk like that. He did like that because he wanted to prove the world that if somebody cheats and wins, the victory will not sustain for a long time and he will be punished by the God."

             "Oh. Why can't he stopped the cheating thoughts of Gauravas rather? It would have saved many people life in the war. And I have one more question. Why the God could not stop Dasaratha from marrying many wives? If he have stopped with one, Rama would have been the only son. No troubles of going to forest and Ravana wouldn't have come to the scenario."

              "If you keep on talking like this, God will not help you."

              "He will not. I have asked this to him directly today morning in temple, he did not reply. May be he is guilty. I asked him to be careful hereafter."

The holidays passed by and the examination papers came.

              "Did I reduce the number of times I tell the sloka? See my cheek. It has fingermarks of my father. Don't you feel ashamed? You already did a mistake in Mahabaratha and now once more in my case. I advised you to be careful. I'm not going to excuse you for this. I will not pray you hereafter. I'm picking some other God. The Lion faced. Narasimha! Lord Narasimha!! You killed Hiranyakashipu since he tortured his son Prahalada. See your devotee's cheek. It has fingermark of his father. Let it be a first warning for him. Don't start to tear his stomach now itself. It is because of Lord Krishna. Tear his stomach if you want."

              Things went smoothly for another three years and he started to believe that God is not a magician. The number of times he told the Sloka reduced. He visited temple daily and he still had faith in god but in lesser degree when compared to few years back. One day his granny became sick and was on the verge of death. Ramakrishnan went near Krishna's idol in home and said,

              "Krishna. It has been three years since I talked with you. I was silly. How could I expect you to write an exam? It is forgery. I should not have thought that. Leave that, I should not have criticized you that you have done a mistake in Mahabaratha. You might have been busy in some other task. High priority work!! Thilaka paatti have said slokas about you for more than crores time. Make her to live. I promise you that she will say your sloka for crores and crores times. Please. Please."

               Ramakrishnan went to school the next day. A person who stayed near to his home interrupted the class and took him home stating that her grandmother died. Ramakrishnan was not able to see her face. He took the Krishna idol and ran towards the pond. He threw it into the pond.
               He started to hate the term called God. He stopped going to temple. This continued still his college days. He studied commerce in Nagercoil, the nearby town.
               "Krishna tonight we have festival in temple. Are you coming?"
               "I hate God."
               "I know that. But most of the young girls of Nagercoil will be in temple. We can find Miss. Nagercoil."
               "No Giri."
               "Okay come to temple. Don't see the God. We will roam in the temple premises. Okay."
               "Let you know in the evening."
             
Evening at Nagaraja temple,
               "Krishna! Her name is Nandhini. She is from Vadiveeswarsam. Oh my God! See her. Black beauty."
               "I've come to temple after seven years in an extremely different intention."
               "Who comes to worship God? See that lady's face. She is staring at the other lady's necklace. She will keep in mind the model of necklace and will ask her husband to exactly get her one like that. We are looking for girls. If God sees this, he will fire us. I think there is nothing called God. Just a belief."
               "(Laughs) Philosophy. You missed that violet half saree explaining this useless thing."
               "She is beautiful."
               "Wow. Lets go and stand in the queue. So that we can follow her."
               "But you said you will not see the God. Anyways anything for violet half saree."
               "I haven't seen such a beautiful girl in Nagercoil before. Which area is she from?"
               "We will find it today itself."
               "Two years of college. But we missed it completely. How she was missed from our horizon?"
               "The queue do not seem to move. Why? May be neivadhayam (feeding food to God)"
A third person, "Law minister is coming to temple. So they have stopped the queue. These people started to show their supremacy even in temple. God save us."
Ramakrishnan turns and shouts, "God will show his middle finger. He will not save you. Still you are thinking he will set everything right. He will sit idle there. My granny said that everyone is equal to God. Will God come and stop the minister and ask him to come in queue? No. You foolish people stand in a queue thinking about God and you come out with cow's shit in your forehead and a laddu in your mouth. Nothing else. That is what the difference you are going to get out of this so called God. Giri! I'm leaving. See you tomorrow in the class."
           
Next day in the college, cricket match was running in canteen television.
               "Krishna. The way you behaved in the temple yesterday is not at all good."
               "Then what? Everything is because of God. People are made to wait for a single person in God's own place. What was that God doing? Is he too waiting for honorable minister?"
               "Don't talk nonsense. The way you talk created more trouble to people than the trouble caused by waiting in queue. In a place where people believe about something, you should not talk like that."
               "Hmm. Hmm. Then God can do anything write. Let see if this commentator. What is his name? Yes, Harsha Bhogle get back his lost hairs."
               "How can he do that?"
               "He is God."
               "What is your problem?"
               "I hate God."
               "That is the problem. Have you seen anything in the name of God."
               "Yeah, the man Gods. Premananda. Sadly the God is in jail."
               "Not about fakes. The Gods you see in temple."
               "No."
               "You have the answer for your behavior. You have not seen the God. So the God does not exist. How can you love or hate a non existing thing? God is just a belief."
               "No philosophies."
               "You think of it."

After few days in Erachakulam Ramakrishnan's home
              "I stopped hating God from now."
              "Lord Perumal!! You have fulfilled my demand."
              "Mom! It is only half done.I neither love him."
              "Atleast you have changed like this. Will you go to temple?"
              "Yes."
              "That is enough for now."
              "I ask Sivasubramanian uncle to take you to the temple."

In temple,
              "Good that your hatred to God have come to an end. If you see any one, if they have faith in God,  God will take him to places. Believe me or not. I never thought, I will become a bank officer. It is all because of God. You can see the case of any one. The faith in God will save you to survive in life. You may understand it when you get older." The advise continued till they came out.
              "What are you looking for uncle?"
              "I left my slippers here. But it is missing."
              "(Laughs) It is not missing uncle. It is stolen. You believed in God. He took you places and he took your slippers as well. God is not able to safeguard slippers uncle."
              "People say if a slipper is stolen in temple, good deed awaits you."
              "You believe in that way. I see how madly you believe in God. God does not exist. God is void."
              "A point is a circle of zero radius. You cannot see it. But it does exist. God is like a point."
              "Uncle let stop with this. If we discuss more like this, God will not safeguard my slippers as well."
              "Badava(smiles)."

After eight years,
             Ramakrishnan was a charted accountant then and was like a icon in the village. He continued in the void space. The youngsters in the village became addicted to alcohol and people were thinking for a solution
             "Uncle. Many youngsters are addicted to alcohol. We have to do something."
             "Pray God."
             "Something practical?"
             "What is this month?"
             "November."
             "Then it is simple."
             "Uncle. I can understand. But is not for married people. Youngsters, bachelors."
             "Oh My God! Time for you to get married."
             "So what is your plan Erachakulam Chanakya Mr. Sivasubramanian."
             "The plan is to make everyone to undergo pilgrimage to Sabarimala."
             "Shit!! Be practical uncle."
             "I'm practical. The people have to undergo Deeksha for 48 days."
             "So what?"
             "There is a saying that if something is practiced for 21 continuous days, it becomes a habit. You have 2 sets of 21 days and additional 6 days. Let us give a try."
            "How can we force every one to come to Sabarimala?"
            "Leave that to me."
The next day,
            "Ayyappan has come to Sivasubramanian Iyer. People can come and get blessings of him.", this news was spread like fire. Everybody in the village assembled at his home.
            "Every single man. Ssshh.. Everyone... Come to Sabarimala.. Sssssh. This Makarajothi (sankranthi day)... Have deeksha for 48 days.. Sssh.. Severe Deeksha.. If somebody disobeys, I will kill them... Sssh,... .Ssh. Will you come? SSsh (Loudly) Will you come? Every male from age of 10"

            Everybody started taking Deeksha. The wine shops and bars in the village were closed. The toddy shop in the nearby village had no buyers. It was like seeing 325 Gods when seeing 325 people of a village singing songs about God and chanting Swamiye Saranam Aiyappa.
           
            "Mr. Sivasubramanian samy! Is smoking allowed? By the by I am Ganesh from Mela street."
            "(In anger and shouts) Swamiye Saranam Aiyappa."
            "God! Don't curse me. I'll not smoke."

   
           People stopped drinking and smoking. Ramakrishnan was very happy and thanked Siva for the idea. Days gone by and the village people started to Sabarimala in 10 buses.
            The people returned back to village.
           "So any soft corner?"
           "I will not stop my mom saying Mahabaratha and Ramayana to my children."
           "So you understood what is God for?"
           "Not exactly."
           "People may need something to motivate or fear. May be the next generation will not need God element."
           "Element to get things done. But it has to stop. Then where will be the place for self control. We will be in need of a company for everything then."
           "May be a temporary solution."
        Ramkrishnan switched on the TV. Harsha Bhogle was commentating. This time with head full of hair.

       The next day evening, the wine shop in the village was decorated beautifully with colorful lights. It had a boarding saying, "Welcome to all Ayyappa who have returned from Sabarimala. 40% discount for second order and omelette is served free for the purchase of half and full. Only for Erachakulam Sabarimala returns. Swamiye Saranam Ayyappa."
       
            "Uncle. Need your help once again."

Huder - The Man spider

                 It was 8 in the evening. After finishing his work, Kevin started to home. Kevin is a stockist in Manhattan city. He used to reach home by 6 few months back. The God of Luck showed mercy on him. He got good business these days which made him to leave home late for the past few days. His company has less number of employees. So he took the burden of extra work in his back.

                 The relationship between Kevin and his wife Anne was not good these days. They started to find mistakes in everything. Due to non linearity in their thoughts, both of them were not satisfied with the sexual relationship these days. It has been two months since they had sex.

                10 in the evening and Kevin knocked the door. Steve, their son opened the door. Kevin took his dinner and went to bed. Two months of emptiness provoked Anne to have sex. She went near Kevin. Kevin was half-slept then. Kevin understood her intentions and said, 

                 "Anne. I'm tired. May be not today."

                 "Same answer. Expected."

                 "Why don't you understand my position? I'm so tired. I was working hard in the office for almost half a day."

                 "Kevin. I'm your wife. I expect you to spend some time for me as well."

                 "I'm doing all this for you and Steve. Can't you understand that bitch?"

                 "Kevin. Don't shout. Steve has not slept yet."

                 "It is not that I have to fuck you night and day since you are my wife."

                 "Mind your words Kevin. You are 36 and you are matured enough."

                 "If you wanna have sex. Get the fuck out of here. Go to street and get fucked by everyone who pass by. Leave me alone bitch."

                 "I don't wanna live with you.Impotent dick!"

                 "Who is the father of Steve then?"

                 "I cannot live with such a moron who shouts for everything."

                 Kevin got up from bed. He took the hands of Anne and pulled her to the door. He pushed her out of the house and said,

                 "Get the fuck out of here. Don't ever come back. Bitch. Get out of here."

                 "Send Steve with me. I don't want him to grow up like you."

                 "Take him as well. Leave me alone bitch. Don't ever come back."
                 "Don't call me a bitch."
                 "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.Bitch............. Bitch.", Kevin kept on saying this till Anne and Steve went out of his vicinity.
               
                 Kevin went inside the home. He felt humiliated by the word "impotent".
               
                 "She shouldn't have said that word. She shouldn't have. Am I impotent? Not. I'm not impotent." The speed at which he said increased., " I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. How that bitch say like that? I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. Uh. Uh. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. Aaaaaaaaah. I'm not impotent. Get this. This is for you. I'm not impotent. I'm not imponet. Ssssssh. Aaaaaah. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. How that bitch say like that? I'm not impotent.". Deep breathe. The speed at which the words are uttered reduced. "I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. I'm not. Ssssh. I'm not. Oh. Oh. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. I'm not impotent. Wow. Wow. See the thickness. See the quantity. Oh my God. Fuck. I'm not not impotent. Wow. I'm not impotent."
                Energy wasted at the wrong time. If he used this energy 20 minutes before, his family would have stayed with him.
                 Kevin had sound sleep. The stock rates, Anne, Steve faded out of his mind and he had a good rest. The morning alarm waked Kevin up. He felt fresh. A fresh day. A fresh life. No more blabbers from Anne. Kevin found his abdomen and penis sticky. He went to washroom. He removed all his dress to have bath. He was shocked. He ran backward to the corner of the bathtub. He saw a big spider of circumference which spread from his upper abdomen and penis vertically and from middle of left thigh to middle of right thigh horizontally with broken pieces of egg throughout its body. He didn't see such a big spider in his life. He slowly touched one of the legs of spider, pushed it and he ran out of the washroom. He went to another bathroom and left to the office.
                 Loneliness started to play a role in his life. He used to see television shows, play video games, eat burgers and sleep. Television became his only companion. The memories of Anne came in between like passing clouds. She will not come back for his deeds as well. He was like a north pole of magnet looking for a south pole.
                 Couple of weeks passed by and his routine continued. Kevin came from his office and switched on his television. He was seeing "Spell Bee". A voice from a corner of the room called, "dad". The voice is  husky and like a small child. He saw at all the sides of room but couldn't find where the voice came from and he thought it was an illusion. Again a voice came from the corner of the room, "dad".
                   Kevin stood from his chair. "Who is that? I'm hearing voice. But not able to figure out who is calling me. Who is that?"
                   "See down on the right corner next to telephone stand."
                   "Spider."
                   "Ya. I am. Hybrid of man and spider."
                   "Are you the same one which I saw couple of weeks before in my penis?"
                   "Yes. The same guy."
                   "You have grown three times in couple of weeks."
                   "Your gene. May be?"
                   "My gene. What are you talking about?"
                   "Yes, I am your son."
                   "What the fuck?"
                   "Yes the same. You did it to my mom and so I am here."
                   "Who is your mom?"
                   "She died two days after I was born. She was not able to move a single step after you deposited your sperm in her sexual organ."
                   "No girl of mine stays with me for long days it seems. Hey don't shit here. Do you see a toilet over there? Go there."
                   "Okay."
                   "Hey spider man!! How do you speak English?"
                   "Spider man is a man with characteristics of spider. I'm a Human spider. A spider with the characteristics of human. And for English, I see all the stuff you see in television and I picked it. I must be having better IQ than this Sheldon Cooper (laughs) "
                   After some time,
                   "Hey how is it possible to have a hybrid between a man and spider?"
                   "You are my dad. You have to answer that. Anyways. Yesterday you were seeing something in Animal Planet. What was that?"
                   "Yes. Liger. Hybrid of male lion and female tiger."
                   "The same way. Like Liger, this Huder. The male Human and female spider."
                   "Fuck that. One more creature to get spoiled by me. Do you have any name?"
                   "No."
                   "So... Shall I name you? Do you have any name which you like the most?"
                   "Hmmmmm... Four."
                   "Four?"
                   "Yeah. Four."
                   "Crazy shit. Why four?"
                   "Spell four."
                   "F O U R."
                   "How many letters?"
                   Counts and says, "Four."
                   "That is why. Seems unique? Like me."
                   "Oh my God."
                   "7"
                   "What?"
                   "The number of letters in Oh my God."
                   "Intelligent piece of shit."
                   "22"
                   "Stop that Four. How do you learn this?"
                   "I don't know. May be my mother is brilliant."
                   "Hmm. Hmmm. Where do you sleep?"
                   "May I with you?"
                   "Yup."
Next day morning, alarm sounds.
                   "Dad. The alarm is snoozing for third time. Please get up."
                   "Four. Good morning and thanks for remaining this."
                   "Thank you. May I get you a coffee?"
                   "How can you?"
                   "Look at these two legs. These are like human hands."
                   "Oh my God. What then hell is this? You have a mole in thumb exactly like me."
                   "Genes. I will get you a coffee in 5 minutes. Freshen up."

                   Four came into the life of Kevin as an answer to his loneliness. They started to live happily. They used to see movies together. They used to play chess. They discuss about world events. Kevin used to say words, sentence and even paragraphs. Four replied the number of letters in fraction of seconds. Kevin was astonished by this talent of Four. He named this game as Count bee and played it with Four daily. A month passed by.Four grew 2' tall and it was 5' wide.

                   Kevin knocked the door.
                   "Dad. You came early. Heyyyy. Shall we see a movie?"
                   "Yes."
                   "The Pursuit of Happyness, This is the only DVD left. Shall we?"
                   "Play it."
                   "It has to be H A P P I N E S S according to dictionary. But it is printed as H A P P Y N E S S."
                   "Is it? Leave it. May be the director did not have good English like you"

The movie finished. Four was crying.
                    "Hey Four why are you crying?"
                    "I am happy I got a good father like Chris Gardner."
                    "Am I a good father?(cries)"
                    "Yes, you are.(Hugs and kisses)"
                    "Dad. Am I a good son?"
                    "Yes. Much better than Christopher."

Some days later,
                    "Dad, Shall we play chess?"
                    "I'm not winning a single game."
                    "I'll see that you win."
Starts to play.
                    "Don't move the queen. If you do so, I will give a checkmate with my horse. Move your bishop and kill my soldier so that you can arrest my king."
                    "Thank you. Check mate."
They saw a movie as it is a routine and moved to bed.
                    "Dad. What are you doing?"
                    "I'm testing if I'm impotent."
                    "Don't do that."
                    "Shut up you son of a bitch."
                    "20."
                    "Fuck."
                    "4. Fuck and Four both are 4. Ha ha."
                    "Stop counting every shit. Idiot."
                    "26."
                    "Yeah. Came out. It came out."
                    "20."
                    "Sorry. I used some unpleasant words. Sorry."
                    "Dad. Don't bring your hands close to my face. Something smells bad. Wash your hands and come."
                    " Because of this you are in this beautiful world. Ha. ha."

                   Two months later, Kevin has met with a serious loss in the business and was forced to pay two million dollars within a week. He came to home with dejection. He felt that he cannot win in any thing in his life.
                    "Dad. Shall we see a movie today? Forrest Gump."
                    "No. Not today."
                    "You don't seem normal today. Any troubles."
                    "I have to pay two million dollars debt within a week. Where will I go? Money plants won't give money."
                    "I am sorry for that."
                    "I don't win any game in my life."
                    "I don't make you lose. I'll see you win the game."
                    "This is not chess, Four."
                    "Whatever it may be. I'll see you win the game. I have an idea. Now media do anything to get more viewers. Why can't I host the game show Count bee? If I tell the count wrong, the player will get a million dollar. How is it?"
                    "Will it work?"
                    "I always hope for the best. Call the television channels. Let see someone take me."

Kevin in telephone, "Hello! This is Kevin. From 21st street."
                     "How can I help you sir?"
                     "I need to talk to your channel's creative head."
                     "Ya. I am the creative head."
                     "I have a hybrid of man and spider. His name is Four and he has a beautiful talent of saying the count of letters of any word, sentence and even paragraph. Why can't your channel host a program with him?"
                    "I'll be in your home in a hour."
                 
 Kevin comes to hall and says,
                    "Four. I spoke to CBS. The Creative head said he will come and see you in a hour."
                    "Good."
                    "What amount shall I quote to him?"
                    "You have a debt of 2 million dollars. Ask for additional 3 million dollars so we can live happily after that."
                    "Ok."
                 
Door knocks.
                    "I think it is people from CBS."
Kevin opens the door.
                    "Welcome."
                    "Shall we see the spider man?"
                    "No it is man spider. Spider with characteristics of a man. Huder - the human spider."
                    "Ok. Shall we see the Huder?"
                    "Of course."
Kevin goes to living room
                    "Four! Ten people have come to see you. Come lets go."
                    "Yes, remember. 5 million"
                    "Ya."
                    "Sir , This is the huder you're waiting to see. As tall as the washing machine and as wide as my height. IQ greater than your Sheldon Cooper(laughs)."
                   "Jesus. This is big crazy creature."
                   "27."
                   "What?"
                   "4."
                   "Sir. He already started to count."
                   "What is his name?"
                   "Four."
                   "(Counts) No it was 13."
                   " What?"
                   "W h a t is 4 i s is 2 h i s is 3 and n a m e is 4. So 13."
                   "No Sir. His name is Four."
                   "Good."
                 
                   "Mr. Four, our panel will check your accuracy and if satisfied we can go for the game show. Are you ready?                  
                   "85."
                   "(Counts). That was correct.(Claps)"
                   "Ya. I'm ready."
                   "Establishment."
                   "13."
                  "Sophistication."
                  "14."
                  "Queue."
                  "5."
                  "The furnitures are good."
                  "It is not furnitures. It is furniture. Anyways, the count is 20."

The panel tested with thousands of words, sentences and paragraphs. The last paragraph is
                  "The young man from China wanted to learn English. His English is not good. So he thought of joining a tution where English is taught."
                  "108."
                  "(Counts) It is 107."
                  "Wrong."
                  "Yes. You are wrong and you are not fit for the show. We are concerned with hundred percent accuracy and you are not efficient."
                  "No, it is 108."
                  "See this.  The is t h e so three. Young is y o u n g so 5.  Man is 3. From is 4. China is 5. Wanted is w a n t e d 6. To is 2. Learn is 6 sorry 5. E n g l i s h is 7. His 3. English again 7. Is not is 5. Good is 4. So is 2. He is 2. T h o u g h t is 7. Of 2. Joining 7. A 1. Tution 6."
                 "Sorry tuition is 7."
                 "T u t i o n 6."
                 "It is t u i t i o n. You missed the i. So the count is 108."
                 "Is it t u i?"
                 "(Other member of panel checks dictionary) Yes, it is."
                 "Sorry Mr.Four. This is my mistake and welcome to CBS."
                 "Thank you."
                 "Mr. Kevin. Shall we speak about the norms?"
                 "Yes, Sir."
                 "We like to pay 1 billion dollars."
                 "1 billion!!!"
                 "But there are certain conditions."
                 "You should not reveal to anyone that Four belongs to you. Four will stay under our shelter. You should not enjoy any relationship with him hereafter."
                 Kevin became silent. He went inside the living room. Four followed him.
                "You thought of 5 million. But ended up twenty times. Happy."
                "But you won't be living with me anymore."
                "I never let you lose. I saw you won the game."
                "This victory never brings happiness."
                "Bitter happiness. Ha. Ha."
                "How can you smile? I am going to say no to them."
                "Can I ask you a favor?"
                "Yes."
                "You have been a good Chris to me. Give me a chance to prove that I am a good Christopher."
                "What should I do?"
                "Say yes to them."
                "No, I want to live my entire life with you."
                "Ha. ha. Do you know the life span of a spider is 1 year. I lived 6 months with you. You did all good for me. I take this chance to payback. Payback time dad."
                 Kevin and Four hug.
                "Son, you gave me a chance to believe myself. Thanks a lot."
                "So is that a yes?"
                "Yes."
                "Good."

The first premiere of Count Bee.
              Kevin watches from home.
               "So I'm ready fro the last sentence. Are you ready to take home 3 million dollars?"
               "Yes."
               "What is your last sentence. Mr.Edward?"
               "Customer satisfaction is one of the key factors which make the product stay long."
               "(Within a fraction of second)  66."
               "In less than a second. Fuck!!!"
               "Fuck is four. Four is four. Meet me Four at Same time, same channel tomorrow. Make me to commit mistake and take home 3 million dollars."
               The show was a huge hit and the TRP ratings went high like a rocket. No one was able to make Four lose. His IQ was measured as 342.

One year later in television,
                 "Mr. Four, the most intelligent creature passed away. The huder survived for 19 months, 7 months longer than average span of a spider. The world has lost a brilliant entertainer."
                  Kevin started to cry. He never felt this bad even when Anne and Steve went out. He didn't had a good companion like Four in his life.
A week later, Kevin opens the door after back from office. He switched on the television. A voice from the corner said, "Mr. Kevin."
                  He walked near the place where the voice came. He saw a huder of height lesser than that of Four.
                   "Oh my god! I did not masturbate for three months. How this is possible?"
                   "Don't panic. I asked my father that I wish to see his father. He gave this address."
                   "Grandson!! At the age of 36."
                   "Shall we play chess?"
                   "Hmmmmm..."
                   "Don't worry. I'll make sure that you win the game."
                   "Same words. Ha. ha.."
                  Kevin played a couple of games with his grandson.
                   "What is your name?"
                   "Christopher."
                   "Good."
                   "Shall we go to bed?"
                   "Yes."
                   Kevin opened the door and was shocked.
                   "These are all your grandchildren. Totally 78 in number. 26 can speak English.
                   "Oh my God. What the fuck is this? Seventy eight grandchildren."
                   Many voices together, "49."