Encounter #5 – ‘Two lines of difference’

I have always felt becoming one with the love of your life is a remarkably special thing. I was lucky enough to get united with my love, the June of this year. Mine was a super thriller love, since her dad is a stunt man in Film industry everyone who knew me used to warn me or plead saying “Machi don’t take my name anywhere in your love matter”. Somehow I pulled up all the courage that I had and approached her parents and got them convinced. We started our married life with a billion dreams. We were spending every moment like we were in a fairyland, till the 9th day of our married life.

My father met with a terrible accident incurring brain injuries, by the time I was in Kerala for honeymoon. We had rush and catch a plane to reach Chennai. It took 20+ days for my dad to show signs of consciousness. Meantime, we had to shuttle him between 3 different hospitals to bring him to safe zone. On the 30th day of my married life, when we were sighing with a bit of relief from the all the chaos, we had an even more terrible hit awaiting. We had to lose my brother’s life which made my family collapse catastrophically, especially my Mom who was the spine of our family. As a continuum, fear and guilt shadowed the family, we had to shut our family business. Fear and guilt took a great toll on my mom and sister’s physical and mental health; the shut of business threw us in a financial crunch.

My better half was by side with all her dreams collapsed and having no strength to take further hits. I too was at the verge of getting broke. Luckily I had a few people to share things, which I never used to do. One such friend, Suresh Balachandar introduced me two lines of words from one of his favorite books. Those two lines made a remarkable difference in the way I perceived the situation, it gave me enough strength to step a further mile. It pushed me to carry my family with immense hope.

We as a family are slowly recovering now, and I still have those two lines from the book ‘Puyalile Oru Thoni’ pinned on my table and mind.


“There isn’t a distance which cannot be crossed or a burden which cannot be carried”. (Note : Tried translating the two lines of hope)



Encounter #4 – ‘Mr. Kutti, The Coin Hunter’

Feb, 2011,

A fine morning sunrise in Mamallapuram; that was the time i was roaming from nowhere to nowhere in
in search of something that i never knew. In one of those searches i was in Mamallapuram with one of my co-searcher Anand.
We just landed there when the Sun came to wish us a fine morning.

After we broke our fast, we headed to the Govardhana-Krishna carved sculpture. In fact i didn’t know, that it was Govardhana hills that Krish is holding.
I was figuring out each and every character in that sculpture. When am done with that, i could sense somebody is approaching me. Just turned to figure who it was.
It was a kid of age around 5 who was an alms collector out there.

The Coin Hunter

The Coin Hunter

I just asked him, “What’s your name?”

“Hum… Kuttii”

“Didn’t go school?’

“Nooo..”, he replied as if he didn’t know what a school was.

“Had break fast?”


“What do you want?”

“…”, he raised his hands at me for his alms.

I just randomly put my hands in my pocket and grabbed something.
It happened to be a gold colour 5rupee coin. (By then the government had introduced gold colour 5 rupee coins).
I just placed it in his hands, and here he came up with that kid’s spirit and ran with a dancing gait shouting,

“Ai…!! Thanga Kaasu, Thanga Kaasu..!! ( he shouted Gold Coin, Gold coin)”.

I stood still watching his gait.

Kutti's Triumphant Gait

Kutti’s Triumphant Gait

Kutti, a lasting impression.


Photo Courtesy : Anand Nagarajan.

Encounter #3 – I Call it ‘Perseverance’

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Year : 2005
Chemistry laboratory, Central polytechnic college.

A fine evening during my college days, we were yet to do one of our chemical titrations. For most of us, that was the first time experience with the Conical flasks, burettes and pipettes. We were not used to the fragrance of chemicals & acids. We were so curious to start our experiments.
Yes, there came the time.
Everybody seemed so busy with their flasks and pipettes.

I was fiddling to the symphony of Some 50 burettes and pipettes shedding dews & drops of potassium permanganate  while the conical flasks were under their hip-hops.

Some amount of potassium permanganate, few drops drops of methyl orange and there comes the master, highly concentrated sulphuric acid who turns the combination a titration. The objective was to bring out a golden yellow color solution in the conical flask.

One by one, We were all finding the golden treasure someway or the other. There goes the symphony to its ending notes. It’s almost over.Mine has got over in the first 15mins, when the whole group of big brains were done with the task.But still i could hear the chirps of a guy in his solo performance. He was still fighting to bring out that golden yellow.

And except him, everybody else started filling their observation notes and records. Minutes rolled on, still he was there in his hip-hop (actually he was struggling to bring out the result). The professors started yelling at him. But he didn’t give up. Watching all these i put forth myself to help him. I showed him a demo and brought out the result. But when he tried again, you wont believe he was able to produce some strange colors. He might have tried at-least some 15 times i guess and still trying.

By the time, we were all called up to submit our notebooks and for evaluation of our results, except for him. After 30mins of evaluation and things, i was the last student to leave the lab. I looked out for that guy, i couldn’t find him in the lab, so pretended to close the doors of the lab. In the gap of the closing doors, I could see his flask glowing and spreading glittering rays of golden yellow. I call it ‘Perseverance’ and how about you?