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Friday, September 30, 2022

Aunts - Moms- Sons and Daughters -20

Agastya was standing in the balcony of Lotus apartment. Chill wind is blowing and the black clouds are bubbling with joy. The thick black clouds reminded Ragini's long. luxuriant hair. Her healthy hair cascades down her shoulders, flows over her  terrifying bulges. He remembered Geoffrey Chaucer's "Rondel of Merciless beauty.  

"Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene"

Chaucer repeats these lines. His emotions don't cross these lines. But they are not enough for my Ragini. Rondel may be beautiful but Ragini is charming. Ragini is a towering sexuality a nymphet beyond compare. Had Helen been alive she would have been jealous of ravishingly seductive Ragin. The 30 BCE Egyptian queen would accept that Ragini is the real femme fatal. Each beauty queen has her own beauty secret (like cleopatra bathes in donkey milk) but Ragini's beauty itself is a secret. She keeps her beauty hidden.   She leaves her hair loosely while drinking. When he was trying to imagine how it dances on her halfmoons a gust of chill wind touched Agastya's face and brought him out of his imagination.   He kissed the wind. He uttered a moan.  Ahaa Ragini!  

He looked up at the sky. The moon that lit up the sky the previous night is out of sight 

The bibulous sky absorbed the moon

 The sun is showing  up in the dawn

The trouble and strife has gone

with showers rays of hope on man

Mom's condition is no more critical, She will  be discharged from hospital. She is the moon of this house and the sun of my world.   Agastya was happy. He went into the bathroom to take bath. He has many things to do. He must go see Senthil, Alas! I could not go to MGM hospital due to my mom's condition.  Later I must go to Apollo hospital to see my mom. I must find who the suspicious old lady was. Finally I must go to his Aunt Angayar to dig out the secret behind the photos she has showed him.  Agastya finished his bath and dressed up. He stood before the mirror to comb his hair.  He took the wide brush and combing from bottom up.  He stood looking his curly hair.  He was fiddling with his locks. Suddenly a smile bloomed on his pink lips as he saw the form in the mirror.  It was Angayar, the chennai aunt.  

Angayar looked as beautiful as peacock in her colourful saree. Her breast is as plump as a partridge. Her eyes are as beautiful as almonds.  She doesn't hide her feminine charms like Ragini. If her curvaceous body  makes her look like rotund apple her rotund butts make her look like a honey pot. Sangam literature explores  the beauty of love and women with mesmerising  choice of words  best describes the woman's beauty . Angayar looks like the essence of Sangam beauty. Agastya lost himself in the mirror looking at Angayar. 

"You are becoming a Narcissus Agastya" said Angayar. "What do you mean?" said Agastya.

 Roman poet Ovid's Metamorphoses poem tells the mythical story of a handsome young man, Narcissus, who refuses the advances of many potential lovers. Eco was a nymph who fell in love with him. She was one of those whom Narcissus ignored  So the Goddess, Aphrodite  cursed him. Narcissus walked by a pool of water He saw his reflection, became entranced by it, and killed himself. 

Agastya laughed and said " I am not entranced by my hair but embarrassed by it. It is hard for me to maintain my curly hair. Had I got money I would  call the Italian hair dresser Rossano Ferretti, the most expensive hair dresser in the world."

Angayar: O my my! no doubt you slipped into narcissism , you are after beauty! 

Agastya: A thing of beauty is joy for ever!!!  

First have  breakfast then you can think of beauty. Angayar served breakfast from the hot-pack she has brought. She put a plate on the dining  table and served in it. Agastya asked Angayar to eat. She disagreed but Agastya forced her.  Finally they ate together. 

You are looking beautiful aunty,  your beauty can destroy  the walls of troy. Angayar was shy but remained calm.  It seems you have the special programme today under the guidance of Diana. Angayar blushed " Little Rascal how do you know! She showed mock anger.

All the best my my dearest aunty. You are the only one close to my heart. said Agastya.

Angayar took the empty hot-pack and ran back. When she was crossing the door Agastya said " Wish you all success!" 


After passing by Telugu film star Sobanbabu statue Agastya turned left at Khal's foot world and entered Nelson road where MGM hospital was located.  There are a few second hand bookstalls on the pavement. The rows of colour books caught his attention. Agastya slowed his steps. There are a few students and old men. The students are  buying competitive exam books and the old men are buying spiritual. Agastya stopped at Maran book stores where the fine array of novels with colourful covers pleasantly stole his eyeballs. His gaze is fixed on the Adultery  (Adultério in Portuguese) is a novel by Brazilian author Paulo Coelho. He bought the novel and moved.  He reached the hospital  11 storied 400 bed hospital.  he found out   while the doctors were still in rounds. He went to the  reception. while asking for Senthil he was spotted by Perumal. 

How did you come here?  Agastya asked him. 

"What is that senseless question?" asked Perumal. 

"You don't have college today." We have Dassarrah .

"Oh You have holidays like me" said Agastya

Perumal  took him to the third floor.  Aravan and Senthil were already  there. 

Senthil got up and sat in the bed when Agastya and Perumal entered. 

The doctors are in rounds. said Perumal and asked Senthil " where is your father?" 

My father has gone to the hospital canteen. said Senthil and shut the door.  Later the three friends briefed Agastya about their plan.  Agastya was shocked. Bhaktavatsalam who finished his breakfast came back to his son's room was equally shocked. He stood at the door and listened to the plan. He understood the demon possession drama. He beat on his chest gently and repeatedly with his open hand. 

"Your teasing is too much." Agastya said to Perumal. " She is your aunt's daughter , you are showing soft corner to her. Have you forgotten how much and how long she teased us?" said Senthil. " Is it teasing? No, it is torture"  said Aravan. 

"This is our reaction to her action."  said Senthil with vicious pleasure showing in his laugh.

Agastya: Whatever it is,  your  drama has gone too far ahead into your academics. 

Senthil : You are advocating for Ragini. 

Agastya: Yes, may be I am. Even otherwise, Think that I am  devils advocate.  You may be debarred by your college. Do you know Recently Kollam medical college in Kerala  has debarred three medical students for five years. Kerala high court upheld its decision and it is reported in the news. 

Perumal : That is for the exam malpractice. Our drama has nothing to do with the college. My father is the fifth additional judge. 

Senthil : My father is the District judge.  (Additional judge is subordinate to District Judge in administrative matters.) He asked me not to divulge this. He will look after everything.

Aravan : It is a wonder. The man who was crying here yesterday was District Judge. 

Bhaktavatsalam senthil's father standing at the door said to himself " Oh! that is your confidence, I know how to deal with your demon drama." He left the place and met the doctors and was explaining what was happening in his son's room. 

Agastya in the room was convincing them " You are the son's of great fathers who care for the sons to drop their revenge scheme.  "No, how can it be!  said Perumal.

Hardly had Perumal finished when Bhaktavatsalam and the doctors entered the room. 

How is your demon? asked Dr. Bhutalingam. " What is her wish?" asked Dr. Sarabhalingam

Ennaku ethuvum Triyaadu ( I don't know anything) Senthil harped on the same string.

Agastya : How can doctors deal with demons? There is no demon actually...

Who is this boy? asked Bhaktavatsalam. " He is Agastya, our friend" said Perumal. 

Dr. jambulingam: Look Agastya, dealing with devil has long been a part of medicine. Last year when I went to Amsterdam I saw children possessed by demon. they would at first be seized by a violent frenzy, then fall to the ground, their bodies wracked with painful convulsions. Once the fits had passed, the children reported no memory of them. This is  the work of the devil, Senthil has no memory in him , it must be the work of a devil.

Senthil : ennakku eduvum teriyadu. ( I don't know anything)

Dr.Sarabhalingam : Now we need exorcism. 

Perumal : Yes, Ragini must come here. I have sent her message. She has to serve Senthil during his hospital stay. 

Aravan : Yes, She is the reason for demon possession. 

Dr Jambulingam : It takes more time to exorcise in that way. There is  hunter man in kodambakkam. He is an expert exorcist. We will take Senthil to the exorcist. 

Bhaktavatsalam : It seems like mass demonic possession. Multiple exorcisms would be required. These boys also need the same treatment. 

Perumal , Senthil , Aravan : You mean hunter treatment. 

The act of exorcism involves the expulsion of an evil spirit or demon who has taken residence inside a person. As an activity designed to rid a person of the demonic possession. It may involve lashing , burning and piercing needles. They prick needles all over the body and do pooja. By the end of pooja the needles fall down showing that the demon has left. 

SAP showed a dazed faces. Senthil said " Daddy I want to give her tit for tat because she tortured me but anyway we never guessed that the matter would take this direction. 

Agastya was giggling from time to time looking at their facial feelings. 

Bhaktavatsalam : give me one example of how she tortured you. 

 Perumal said " I was driving my car in the rain. I saw her walking. She was getting wet. I asked her to get into the car. She said that she was fascinated by rain. She wanted to go by bike. If I had bike she would go with me. I asked her to wait a few minutes. I came back with the bike but she wasn't there.  

 Is it  youthful or childish behaviour Bhaktavatsalam was confused but he was shocked at setting  weird tasks for the boys.  He was irritated by her non-chanlant behaviour and complained about her temerity to the Dean of the college. 

 "Ragini had devised a plan and it took an unexpected turn, SAP devised a drama it took an unexpected turn. Man proposes God disposes." Agastya said to himself and walked to the hospital imagining the possible consequences of Bhaktavatsalam's complaint. He took auto to Greams road. 


The Auto was running towards Apollo hospital. He remembered his mother's wilted face on the bed. He felt very sorry for the in which she is living.   He remembered how she came to Visakha  with money when he was ill.  She appeared on the same day with money.  She could not save enough money for her  medical emergency. He remembered the hardships his mother had undergone due to his father. 

He was turning the pages of  the novel Adultery.    It was about  women's craving for passionate sex.  The narrative, told in the first-person perspective of Linda. She begins telling readers how unfulfilled her life was even though she has the perfect life in the eyes of the society. She has a loving and rich husband, two adorable children, and is a journalist at a well-respected Swiss newspaper. Still, she feels that she needs a change. One day, she has conversation with a friend who suffers from depression. Lynda make out that her next stage is depression if she has no change in life. 

Her boss sends Linda to interview a promising politician named Jacob who also happens to be an ex-boyfriend from her school days. She meets him in his office, interviews him, and is about to leave when he locks the door and kisses her. She gives him oral sex. At first, she has mixed feelings about her actions, but then she realizes that she feels better.  She likes the feeling and from that point on becomes obsessed with getting Jacob as she thinks that he is the man she loves.

Agastya could not read anymore because he wants to read about a man's perspective of Adultery. He wants to know why men get into adultery but the author is presenting a woman's perspective. It seems he is positive about Adultery. He wants to blame Adultery, blame his father. Suddenly he remembered Vikraman. Why should I not blame him? but he is helping my mother. Why should he help him. The auto stopped at the signals. He saw Diana going with somebody. He is driving Royal Enfield. She sat behind him wearing jeans.  Diana is so pretty. Angayar is beautiful but Ragini is irresistibly attractive. What will happen to her?  It is not her mistake. Is it the boys mistake. " pasi ... pasi.. baaboo pasi irike, saapatu ille. orruba kudu" ( hunger.... hunger.... no food... give me one rupee) The beggar woman was begging stretching her hand into the auto. Agastya took out five rupee note and gave it to her praying to God for the speedy recovery of his mother. The auto moved. He remembered the old woman who offered money. Who is she? The auto reached the hospital. He got down from the auto paid the money and started walking into the hospital. This is an unexpected journey is leading me to my destiny.  I should not have come here. Then who will save my mother. Amma....his inner voice cried. Tears rolled in his eyes. 


Meenakshi was lying on bed. Her face is somewhat fresh. The old woman who offered money is sitting by her side. Her face is not as grave as it was. She smiled  at Agastya. She started telling something to Meenakshi in Tamil. Agastya did not understand. He is Vikram's mother. Agastya folded his hands.  The nurse gave orange juice to Meenakshi. She  sat on the bed and started drinking the juice. The nurse said to Agastya "After platelet infusion your mother is out of danger. There is no fever." The old woman said something to Agastya in Tamil. Agastya did not understand. Meenakshi became the interpreter " why did you not take the money, that I offered?" Agastya looked uncomfortably. Another nurse took Meenakshi to the weighing machine to note the weight. 

The old woman said something at length. Agastya could not understand. He said in Telugu " Let my mother come I don't understand Tamil" But the old woman did not understand. She continued to talk in Tamil. Agastya now said the same thing in English but the old woman did not stop. The nurse laughed and said "she doesn't understand English either. Let me  explain what she says" The nurse told Agastya that the old woman belong to Tanjavur. She has great respect for Agastya's great grandfather. Agastya was surprised.  The nurse continued " She says that your mother is like a heritage property must be held in high esteem. She is a queen without a palace" Agastya started understanding things slowly. The darkness in his mind is replaced by light. The mystery in his heart melts and the sad feelings settled in his heart flew away like doves towards bright light. A smile bloomed on his lips.....

Meenakshi came back to the bed from the weighing machine. Agastya looked at her mother with a keen eye. She looked like a queen without a throne a diamond without a casket. She saw Agastya smiling. His smile is clear. It is the mirror of his mind. Meenakshi smiled. Her smile is the celebration, it is the jubilation.   Vikram's mother who said something in Tamil again. It a a bit lengthy. Agastya understood only one word  Nalla paiyan, which means good boy.  Just then a group of doctors came and examined Meenakshi. One of them bent and touched the old woman's feet. She blessed him and said something in Tamil. Agastya looked at the nurse. She did not look at him. She was paying attention to the doctors. The chief doctor took the reports into his hands. He was slowly turning the bunch of reports. Agastya was anxiously waiting for his remarks. He opened his lips and said " Everything is alright, you can go home today. " The team left. 

The nurse said " The man who touched the feet of the old woman is the chairman of the Hospital" Agastya felt that a bomb exploded in his lap. Just then a group of ten people flooded in. The chairman of the hospital came in again. Agastya understood that there were government officials. They all showered great respect on her.  They were talking very politely to her in Tamil. " What is so great about this old woman?" thought Agastya. She must be a rich woman. He could not guess more than that. While they were talking Agastya was pushed to a corner. She was introducing Meenakshi to them. The joy of meeting the old woman was apparent on their faces. One of them gave her a mini violin.  It was a Tamil movie without subtitles for Agastya. 

All arrangements were made for her discharge. Just then came a tall man. Agastya understood that he is Vikraman. He greeted Meenakhi with a smile and folded hands. Meenakshi folded her hands. "I was abroad. It took some time for me to comeback. How are you now?" I am fine said Meenakshi. He asked the driver to drop Meenakshi to her house.  The government officials came to the hospital main gate. There was a small crowd of people and group of photographers at the gate. Before Meenakshi Agastya sat in the back seat the photographers took several photos. Vikraman shut the door. The car moved. The old woman was waving her hand at the car. 

 Mom, I have a doubt , who is that old woman? why government officials came to see her?" She is Jayanthi Ayyar the wife of Nammakkal Narasinhan. They are not government officers they are health minister and minister for Hindu Religious and Charitable Endowments (HR&CE). "They spoke everything in Tamil.  I could not understand" replied Agastya. That is why I asked you to learn Tamil.  Who is the  jayanthi?  asked Agastya. " I have told you that she is the wife of Namakkal Narasinhan who is the famous violin artist who received the highest civilian award Kalaimamini by the Tamilanadu government." replied Meenakshi. 

Agastya remembered Nitin Gadkari visiting Latha Mangeshkar in Bombay beech Candy hospital. Oh! She has such a stature! when that thought struck his mind he was elated. His mother received such love and care from the state! This love is showered on his grandfather He fondly remembered  his grandfather. Being born to such a great mother! He remembered the depressed feelings he had when he was coming to Hospital. In sharp contrast with those depressed feelings he has ebullient feelings. He felt that this journey has helped him discover the purpose of his life. He remembered Bharatavarsha who was telling the importance of ancestors. He could not understand well at that time. 

He understood the wisdom of his mother.  When Agastya was trying to ask another question Meenakshi said "tomorrow you read the newspaper you will understand everything.  She asked him " Agastya , how to you get the money to pay for the hospital bill?"  Amma I have not done anything illegal. I have not stolen, begged or borrowed. still I have done something wrong. You will know that after you reached home. You have to excuse me." said Agastya.  They reached home. When Agastya was opening the door Kunkum Agarwal came and took  Meenakshi's hands and said "  I am happy that you are back in less than a week .  I will help you in the domestic chores until you are completely alright"  Agastya opened the door they all got in. Agastya went in Meenakshi settled in the sofa. Kunkum was preparing fruit juice for Meenakshi. Just then Diana came with her sister Lulu.  

"Where is your disciple?" asked Meenakshi. "She is going to Gummadipoodi this evening." Why is going there? asked a surprised Meenakshi. Diana smiled and said " She is going with her husband. I have also engaged Taxi" She winked her eye at Meenakshi. Meenakshi was shy for a while later she said " Naughty girl! you won't let them stay home,  Is it necessary to go far?"  It is practical exam for my romantic training! Change of weather is mandatory! said Diana enthusiastically.   10 year old Lulu ( short name for louveller) said " What is romantic training?" Lulu you are talking bees and birds, get away! shouted Diana. Louveller started crying. "O God! why do you scold my little darling. What did she ask?" said Meenakshi. "Bees and birds means  children talking about ummch... ummch..." Diana made loud kissing sounds in the air and winked at Meenakshi. Meenakshi twisted Diana's ear " You raunchy rascal"  


His majesty who ruled the kingdom of earth sinks beyond the undulating western ridges. He casts his last rays on the tilting earth and gleams like a diamond in the western horizon.  Darkness blows its trumpet announcing the arrival of the queen - the moon. The yellow full moon looms large and low across the horizon. When the moon slowly seized the position the stars began to rock. The air blows cool but sweet. From across the orchards and orchids it carries the fragrance of fruits and flowers. The moon reaches soaring high and showers beams of bright light on towering cliffs and tall trees. The Mountains and  the mice, the ponds and the fish, the ship and the sea everything is silvery. Nothing can slip from her unyielding grip.   

In the emerald garden of Gummadipoodi located far away from Chennai city where tranquillity reigns the moon rise pours joy into the love-scented hearts of Angayar and Varadachari.  Varada  the dance maestro started dancing with unprecedented romantic gungho and Angayar the music teacher began singing with unusual gusto. 

The lotuses in the ponds of emerald garden smile at the par-amour. 

"How sweet is the air! How romantic is the right!  This is the domain of love! Whispered Angayar in Varada's ear.  Varadachari the maestro of dance looked into Angayar's eyes. "I see fire in your eyes!  This garden is abode of love.  This lascivious villa should host our love game." He said amorously. " Our first ever love game" replied Angayar with husky voice. 

The moon shows the tired world below her sweet magic.   The lush green fields and trees soak in the moonlight. The moon paints the cliffs with her silvery rays. Yellow stained and shadows enfolds the nature represent the joys and fears of Angayar's heart.

"Still unknown coldness bites me." said Varadachari. The coldness is the fear in him that springs from successive failures. "My body is a warm bed that summons you tonight. Nature  strikes her match in me. I am your hot bed. Steal the warm pleasures from me and bring my flames into control. Varada took her hand and looked into her eyes. His eyes are wild. His looks pricked Angayar. She felt like pot on fire. Varada pulled her close. She leaned on his chest. He hugged her from behind. 

The gust of wind touched the night jasmine boughs  rendering the flowers fall loosely on her hair. They stay there for a while and later started slipping from the hair and tangled in her breast.  The flowers tangled in her breast are intoxicating the couple. Another gust of wind brought more flowers falling on her. They are tickling Varada but kissing her everywhere. The koel on the mango tree trilled a melody. His hands switched on to her globes. Angayar kanne turned back hugged him tight and locked her lips with his. The hug was so tight that the wind failed to get between them. 

The nature was looking at the romance with bated breath. The wind sighed terribly, the horse neighed violently, the mangoes weighed heavily.  The fire within seems eternal and the hug seems to be unending. Some night jasmine flowers crushed between their packed bodies cry frantically. They could feel the rhythm of each other's hearts. Her man was hard like rock. That hard touch has ignited every cell of her body. She felt boiling heat within.  Without losing a minute she pulled him into the garden house for the most traditional and sacred activity. The next moment they were on the bed in the dim lit room.

She transformed herself into goddess Ishtar of Mesopotamia whom the Sumerians worshipped  in the third millennium BC The goddess addresses her lover as follows:

Who will plow my vulva?

Who will plow my wet ground?

As for me, the young woman,

who will plow my vulva?

Who will station the ox there?

The vulva represents the ground to be sown. Ishtar’s royal lover answers, “I, Dumuzi the King, will plow your vulva.” At fever pitch of excitement, the goddess cries, “Then plow my vulva, man of my heart!” Varadachari became the Dumuzi.  Angayar was unaware of all these things merely led by passion. The night was melting. The whole world is the fruit of the such sacred plowing. 

The world that came from vulva latter bans it. The vulva fell out of favour in the ancient Greek and Roman world. Artists often depicted the phallus, but the vulva is almost nowhere to be seen.  The vulva was lost to censorship. Varadachari was doing his best but after  midnight Angayar became Messalina the most devious and sexually voracious personality reputed for promiscuity who is noted for her triumph in exhausting as many fit young men in a sexual contest. Her all-night sex competition with a male prostitute  lasted for 24 hours and Messalina won with a score of 25 partners.

Ancient Roman poet Juvenal ( Decimus Junis Juvenalis ) wrote 16 satires, divided into five books. He  mentions Messalina twice in his satires. The sixth satire contains the notorious description of how the Empress used to work clandestinely all night in a brothel under the name of the She-Wolf. The tenth satire describes how she compelled Gaius Silius to divorce his wife and marry her.  Is she Angayar has the power of she wolf. 

I surrender to the spirit of the night - Samantha Fox the English pop singer's mellifluous voice is heard as the faint  waves come floating in the air.  Angayar reached the climax of her romantic game surpassing all the limitations. she reached the pinnacle of pleasure  and achieved a perfect orgasm  and extreme relaxation that resulted in sound sleep. 

When she opened her eyes it was dawn. She saw through the window. There is no moon in the sky. She thought perhaps it was melted in the love.



Saturday, September 24, 2022

Lessons from Chennai Aunty - 19

This Kamakshi Amman Temple in  Chetty Street in the neighbourhood of Saidapet, is 300 years old. The presiding deity is the goddess Kamakshi.  She is also known as Tripura Sundari Rajarajeshwari, Shodashi and Lalita. said the Priest to Agastya. Agastya took prasada ( god's offering ) from him. He gave a piece of it to Angayar. They both walked to the stone mandapam - a high rise table with pillars and roof with carvings and sculptures of deities and nymphs. They sat in the mandapam. "Agastya you still looked worried don't worry Dengue is not fatal. She is in the safe hands, above all there is the divine hand of Kamakshi Amma." Said Angayar.  

Agastya: Thanks Aunty for accompanying me to Kamakshi Amman Temple. 

Angayar :  I came here for your mother not for you. Any way why do you call me aunty?

Agastya: It is my mother's habit that is passed on to me.  I heard your name from my mother even before I came to Chennai.  So if you have any complaints tell my mother. Agastya laughed. 

Angayar :  Can you call me sister. 

Agastya: NO, I can't 

Angayar: Why?

Agastya:  It won't look nice to call you sister, I am nearing twenty and you are thirty five. 

Angayar laughed and said , "Thank you for giving me clarity." 

Agastya : I thank Kamakshi Amma. Hey Universal mother give my mother health. She is your staunch devotee.  My mother's sickness gave me clarity about my mother's life. I thank you Kamakshi Amma. 

Angayar : Agastya, Your mother is innocent lady. She never does anything furtively, You could not understand her until she is admitted in the hospital. 

Agastya : Yes madam , I could not understand I agree, but where is the chance. After 5 years I have an opportunity to meet and stay with her. My mother's life is conjectural. 

Angayar  moved close to Agastya and kissed him. Poor boy! I pity you. Your childhood went in troubles. but your youth and future will be colourful. Why did you call me madam?

Agastya: because you don't like to be called aunt. 

Angayar: That was sometime ago. Now it is ok. You can call me aunt. It sounds very melodious. what were you doing during the summer holidays? 

Agastya: She used to see me in Visakha every month. When I am accustomed to hostel life, she used to come once in two months.  We also have  relatives in Sampath agar. She used to come and spend a few days at their home. I never visited my father so far. 

Angayar : This Chennai trip is a plethora of opportunities, to see understand your mother  and her struggle and to know your Ancestors, I mean your great grandfather and his family.

Agastya : Are we going to take me to Tanjavur? I have seen them in photo album at home. 

Angayar: Stupid boy! How can you go there while your mother is in hospital. We must go to hospital before evening. Your mother has asked me to show you this temple because this is the first temple she came with her husband. She prayed to Goddess to give her a son. She got you.  Agastya's eyes became wet. 

Angayar continued " I am taking you to Dakshinachitra. She wanted you to see that.  

"I don't like to see museums but for my mother ...." said Agastya. 

It is your mother's wish. said Angayar.  Agastya did not speak. 

"Let's go!  said Angayar. They came out of the temple and walked to the temple pond .

Sitting on the stone steps of the pond sat close to water.  Agastya looked around. It was a large pond. There was a wall built around the pond. From there they could see the temple towers around. The sun is shining on the Kamakshi Amma temple tower. 

"The glorious lamp of heaven on eastern hill 

spreading his victorious rays  stands still , 

morning blooms like a flower of hope

let my mother soon with ill-health cope"

Agastya's heart sang a verse.  

Angayar appreciated his verse. They walked up to the taxi waiting at the street end. They got into the Taxi and and the taxi moved through the narrow chetti street. The cement street has houses on either side. It looked like train compartment full of political banners. The taxi entered Alandur road and via Saidapet metro it is going towards Annasalai and Palavakam. The musuem is 25 kilometers from saidapet. It is a 45 minute ride. Angayar sat relaxed beside Agastya. Agastya is a bit tense about his aunt sitting beside him. Angayar took him for a boy! She sat so close to him. 

Ummm! you are a poet like your friend Bharatavarsha.  said Angayar. 

Agastya laughed and said " I am a poet's friend, not a poet." 

Poet's friends a poet , like thief's friend is a thief. 

Agastya : laughed again. Angayar mocked him with a grin " hee.. hee... hee and continued "Your plan was to go back with Bharatavarsha , right? 

Yes, I just want to see my mother but my plan was to go back with him the next day.

Then why did you stay so many days? 

I stayed here for my mother

No , You stayed for Ragini. 

No.. I stayed here for my mother. 

Don't bluff, look at the photos . She showed his pictures with medicos in the hostel walking behind Ragini. talking to Kani. Agastya was bewildered. He was at his wits end. How is this possible. Are you a witch or a spy? he asked with a fading voice and faint face. 

Angayar laughed and laughed and said " The mystery reveals on its own" 

My mother should have told me everything on the first day. She too kept the mystery. You are her friend. You are no different. said Agastya.

"Had your mother told you then,  you would not have believed her. Everything has a time." said Angayar. Agastya remained silent.  The taxi was crossing Madhya Kailash temple. 


The taxi reached  Muttukadu on the East Coast Road connecting Chennai and Pondicherry. The site overlooks Bay of Bengal. Agastya looked at his watch. It was 10.30. Agnayar asked the Taxi to wait. They both walked in. 

Agastya: There were a dozen visitors. 

Angayar : Just now the museum is open. The visitors are coming slowly.  The museum is open between 10.00 AM and 5.00 PM. 

Agastya:  Why should we worry about the visitors?  I casually counted the visitors.  

Angayar: It is a great place! slowly you will understand everything.

Agastya : I don't attach its value to the visitors. A great work of art has its own value. It can not be measured based on the visitors. Perhaps its value is immeasurable! 

Angayar was seemingly on cloud nine.  She said " Dakshinachitra Museum, is the living-history museums in India. It manifests the culture and history of South India. Said Angayar while entering the museum.

Agastya: Come on aunty. Don't strain yourself. Let us have a quick round and go back to the hospital. When Agastya finished and enthusiastic visitor who came with his family said to Agastya  " No, my dear young boy,  You ca not take it lightly. 

Angayar: well said sir. Agastya looked like he was caught between scylla and charybdis.

Visitor: This museum is not watching pictures on the walls. They recreated the famous houses of the four south Indian states , literally they have built the houses in forty acres.  It stores in itself great works of architecture, crafts and lifestyles that belong to South India.  The heritage museum is home to 4,220 artefacts and 1,000,000 pictures. A visit to the museum gives  an in-depth knowledge of south Indian heritage. 

Agastya  flew off the handle. He smiled sheepishly and said " I remember 17th century French writer Nicolas Chamfort. 

Visitor: What did he say ?

 Agastya told himself  "Swallow a toad in the morning and you will encounter nothing more disgusting the rest of the day." but told them loudly " We should not take things lightly. Come on let us go in. 


First they saw the Calicut house of Kerala . 

Agastya: It looks like it is lifted from Kerala.

Visitor: It is lifted from Kerala, you are correct. This ancient house was in ruins they bought the ruins, and transported them to this place. With the help of experts imported from Calicut they got the house rebuilt.

They went walking visiting houses.  Agastya's interest increased as he visited house after house. He touched the artefacts in each house and gingerly passed his hand on them. 

Angayar and Agastya moved on. In a vast area several ancient houses of 17th, 18th and 19th century were built with meticulous care  and craftsmanship. Building of each house, with all the artefacts  certainly takes the same efforts of building Tajmahal. Each house is a living history! 

Then they entered the Tamilanadu houses. The visitor also followed them with his family. Two museum personnel were there. The visitor enthusiastically asked them about the house 

"This is the house Nattukottai Chettiars, a merchant community found scattered through the 76-80 remaining “Chettiar” villages in the present day Ramnad, Pudukottai and Sivaganga districts of Tamil Nadu." said one of them.

Have you bought this house from Pudukottai? asked Agastya. 

Yes he replied.  Angayar  showed the opposite house and asked about it.

That is the house from Aryakudi village dated to 1895.  The door and inner verandah, dating back to c.1900, are from a house in Kandanur village. "The outside columned verandah (Burmese teak) and the central courtyard have been authentically relocated and reconstructed.

Agastya : It feels like I am  travelling through history on a time machine. The next thing they saw was something astonishing.  Wow! what is this complex? exclaimed Agastya.

Visitor: It is not a complex it is Agraharam. 

Angayar : An entire Agraharam was relocated from Tirunelveli

Tirunelveli Agraharam assembled in Museum

It is like a dream walk to all of them. They sauntered up and down there. They went into every house in the Agraharam. They were literally transported into the past. 

"I am very curious to know who lived in these houses?" said the visitor. 

 They must be some scholars to whom the kings usually presented Agraharas said his wife.

If their great grand children see these houses, how do they feel? asked the visitor. 

They moved on to the next site. Agastya did not know that it would be the last site that prepares him for his return journey.  From a distance  when Agastya saw the house he felt dejavu - a feeling of he has already seen it some where. Angayar was watching Agastya's feelings. Agastya got into the house . His steps and breath slowed down. He remembered the pictures in his mother's Albus. The wooden pillars, the flooring and varanda and the doors flashed on his mind. " This is the house of a great prodigious scholar and illustrious architect Kankubhattu of 1580. This ruined Tanjavur house was brought here. It took twenty crores to bring the ruins safely and re build the entire house. This is the biggest house in the entire Museum. 

Agastya fell on his knees and hugged the pillars. They he crawled to the steps of the Varanda and hid his face in his knees. He remembered his mother ailing in the hospital hardly having 20 thousand rupees in her bag. His eyes were raining tears. 


The taxi exited the gated Compound of Dakshina Chitra and entered the East Coast road. It goes straight from Muttukudu to Greams Raod , a stretch of 29 kilometers. Agastya and Angayar are in the back seat. The taxi is new and is running smoothly on the two way East Coast road towards Thoriapakkam.   Agastya's eyes are still oozing tears. Angayar patted his back. Suddenly black clouds covered the sky making the bright sun pale. It started raining. The trees on either side of the road began swaying heads. The weather became wet. Big rain drops started hitting the windshield. The driver turned on the wipers. The rain perfectly captures the mood of Agastya – dreary depression. The driver turned on the radio.  There was a flow of melancholy  that inundates the hearts. 

Am'ma eṉṟaḻaikkata uyirillaiye… am'mavai vaṇankadu uyarvillaiye… am'ma eṉṟaḻaikkāta uyirillaiye… am'māvai vaṇaṅkādu uyarvillaiyē… neril niṉdṟu pecum teyvam… pedda tayandi verondu ēdu… Balu's voice sounds sounds sweetly. It is squeezing the hearts. 

The driver was seemingly enjoying the song as he understands the meaning of the song. Without Amma there is nobody without Amma nobody grows. Without Amma there is nothing

Agnayar too understood the song and its meaning. She knows that the plaintive tone aggravates Agastya's mood. "Vappa Nee indap paatalai anaittuvidu"( Oh hear, stop the song)  Aggayar said to the driver. 

Driver: It is the song  from 1992 Tamil film Mannan on the greatness of mother sung in plaintive tone  by Balasubramanyam.   Ilyaraja the musician excels in expressing mother's love through music. My heart beats for mother. She is sick I am working hard to earn money to get her treated. It inspires me. Angayar demanded that he should stop the song. Agastya cut in and said " Please continue the song. I too want to listen." 

when the car crossed Thoriapakkam the rain slowed down. Then Agastya said "As professor Longfellow said "Into each life some rain must fall." Angayar was trying to understand the preternatural phrases. Agastya said a stanza from Professor Longfellow's Rainy day.  

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary …

Until the car reached Greams road nobody spoke words. The car was silent except for the music of the pitta pattering raindrops on its roof. When the car stopped at the Apollo hospital Agastya was fast asleep on Angayar's shoulder. As E.M. Forster has explicitly shown in this novel A passage to India that the human relationships collapse if the intrinsic quality of imagination, feeling and understanding is absent. Angayar has all the three. 


Meenakshi is lying unconscious on the bed in the special room. There is a bedside table with two chairs. She has two fresh white pillows under her head and a blue sheet is covered over her body up to the waist.   A drip was given to her left hand. Agastya and Angayar are standing at the bed. They were waiting for the doctor. After a few minutes a nurse came in and announced that the doctor is coming.  "What is the patient's position?" asked Agastya. " I don't know you ask the doctor. Just then an old lady in 60s came in with basket of fruits. She placed them on the bedside table. Agastya did  not know who she was and why she brought the fruits. She took the nurse to the large window and started whispering in her ear. The doctor came in he was trying to wake Meenakshi up.  Madam... Madam..  the nurse was shaking Meenakshi. Meenakshi opened her eyes and saw Angayar and Agastya. Angayar was communicating with eyes that she had taken Agastya to Dakshinachitra. A smile bloomed on her lips.  Meenakshi wanted to speak something to Agastya but she had difficulty in breathing. Agastya said " Amma , be comfortable I have seen everything and I will see everything" The nurse checked the temperature and said she had 102 F temperature. The doctor checked the BP and said "It is severe hypertension with BP of 150/120" 

Agastya was puzzled and said " Doctor ! What is her condition? Will she be alright?"

Don't worry Dengue fever causes a high fever  with 104 F temperature.   symptoms like   Headache joint pain, nausea, vomiting, rash are common.  Fortunately her temperature is going down. Last night she had 104 F. Now she has 102 F. I will give paracetamol injection the fever will be controlled. We give medicines for BP control. Already drip is given. 

Angayar: Is there any life risk, doctor? We heard many bad things about Dengue!

 Doctor: Dengue is rarely life threatening. Take very high fluids in large amounts, drink more water, take fruit  juice, coconut water, etc. Take soft easily digestive fluid food. 

Agastya: Sure sir

Doctor: She has to take complete bed rest. She has to stay here from minimum 3 days upto a week.  She has difficulty in breathing. A ventilator may be required. 

Agastya: Whatever you say sir!! 

The doctor was about t go but turned back one more thing. 

Agastya's blood pressure raised. " Yes sir" He said.

If the platelet count falls down we have to buy three to four units.

"Yes sir." said Agastya. 

When the doctor left, the nurse began telling " Ventilator costs 6 thousand a day. One unit of platelets costs 18,000 besides. Be fore the nurse finishes " Can I pay this evening? I have not gone home. " Till evening there is no problem." Agastya thanked the nurse and got out and walking in the corridor with Angayar. 

Angayar : Agastya how can you arrange the money before evening. What is this audacity ! 

I will do something and get the money.  

"This is not a movie, You are not a hero." She scolded. 

Heroism comes from bravery. It is merely human and it is the necessity. humans took wings to fly merely to fulfil passion . I will take wings and fly from the swirling abyss of sorrow and save my mother.  Before Angayar spoke the nurse came to them and said "The old lady told me that she is going to pay the bills, She also asked me to inform her relatives. I think you are the relatives of the patient. They both did not know what to answer but the nurse did not have time to wait for their answer. She went away. They both kept looking at the nurse. 


MGM Hospital. Special Ward. 

Senthil is lying on the bed. He has not had a single scratch on his body. He is looking at the ceiling. His eyes are fixed but vacant. They see nothing though they are kept open for a long time. He does not recognise any thing or any person. His friends Aravan and Perumal are beside him. Senthil's father Jambulingam is waiting for the doctor  Sarabhalingam. He has brought along  Dr. Bhootalingam a specilist and introduced him to Dr. jambulingam. " Meet doctor Bhootalingam from Arakkonam" he introduced him to doctor jambulingam.  

Senthil's father Bhaktavatsalam folded his hands to Bhootalingam for two days my son is just lying like that. He is speechless. Doctor Sarabhalingam and Jambulingam brought the case sheet to doctor Bhootalingam and started explaining the patient's condition. After hearing everything Bhoothalingam was surprised " Do you believe that there ae ghosts and haunted houses in these days? 

"enna achi ?  what happened to you? " Bhootalingam asked Senthil.

enakku ethuvun teriyaadu. I don't know anything. 

For two days this is the only phrase he is repeating please treat him well cried the father. 

Shhhh this is hospital you should not cry. Bhootalingam scolded Bhaktavatsalam  he turned to Senthil and asked him   "How did it happen?" 

"enakku ethuvun teriyaadu. I don't know anything." The same answer came from Senthil.

Oh Muruga , Muruga andai idi ! Our son became dumb like this! Cried Bhaktavatsalam 

This is certainly the task of the ghost. O Ragini! How cruel you are you have asked my friend Senthil to visit the haunted house and send the picture. said Perumal. 

"Poor fellow Senthil visited a haunted house and became a victim. He is frightened out of wits. Will he ever come out of the shock." cried Aravan.

"I don't believe in the existence of ghosts. The haunted houses are nonsense."  said Jambulingam. 

Bhootalingam: Too much fear can damage the central nervous system. As soon as you recognize fear, your amygdala (small organ in the middle of your brain) goes to work. It alerts your nervous system, which sets your body's fear response into motion. Stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline are released. Your blood pressure and heart rate increaes

Doctor how the central feverous system is recognise fear, unless there is one. And that one is a girl - strange and weird said Aravan.  The doctors broke their lips. " We are doctors , we should not believe i ghosts" 

"enakku ethuvun teriyaadu. I don't know anything." The same answer came from Senthil.

enakku teriyum, nee tuku (  I know. You sleep) said Perumal to Senthil and continued

There are haunted villages in India. Kuldhara village near Jaisalmer in Rajasthan is a haunted village. People abandoned the entire village. There are so may haunted places in Chennai where people don't dare to go.  If you don't believe you may see the list of Haunted places. He opened the tab and showed the haunted places in Chennai.  

Look at this colony De Monte.  This colony is established by a Portuguese businessman De Mont. He  lived an unhappy life with his mentally ill wife. His died under unknown circumstances. The entire colony does not have a single light and is definitely the spookiest among scary houses in Chennai.

Look at Wipro Technologies CDC5 

The land on which Wipro is situated used to be a graveyard in the ’80s. End of discussion now. Zoom into the image and look under the street lamp. He showed the picture. 

Security guards at the Wipro office have encountered several apparitions, have caught fever post the encounters and have thrown feats for 3-4 days continuously. Also, this one is an image shared by a commuter who happened to cross the road in one of those nights.

A finally this is F2 Building. Our friend Senthil visited this place the night before the Annual day on a bet with Ragini. This is amongst the most haunted houses in Chennai. So this house in Valmiki Nagar on Ambedkar Road is only 15 km from Chennai airport. It is owned by the father of a woman who committed suicide in the house itself. The abode has been haunted for 10 years since her death.

Spooky occurrence: The ghost of the daughter has been living in the house years after her death. She opens the house for the visitors after midnight and offers all the hospitality a guest is supposed to get.

Real life experience: Even Google marks this house as haunted on its map. People have actually, many times, heard a girl sobbing from the windows of the house. When they walk past, mobile signals stop and the screen starts to flicker.

When Perumal stopped explaining showing the photos. The three doctors faces were as pale as ghosts! 

Now the demon has possessed him. He said showing Senthil

"enakku ethuvun teriyaadu. I don't know anything." Senthil repeated the same phrase.

 What should we do now to save my son cried  Bhaktavatsalam                                                      

Fulfil the demands of the ghost it'll go away! said  Perumal and winked his eyes to Senthil.  "enakku ethuvun teriyaadu. I don't know anything." Senthil repeated the same phrase.  "Don't overact and betray the drama." Whispered Aravan in his ear. 


Not far way from Nungambakkam in Chetan Tennis Academy near thousand lights Mount road  Ragini  was playing tennis. In the sprawling grounds of the academy on the green lawn Ragini Ponmoli and Kanmoli are standing in the tennis court with tennis rackets in their hands. Ragini is versed with the game but her friends dabbled into the sport recently. They never played a match 

"Since you are playing a match for the first time let me tell you about the umpires (judges) and the scoring system." Mr. Armugam is explaining Ponmali the rules of the game and scoring system.  "The the hands of a clock would be used to keep score. A player needs four points to win a game, the clock was divided into four quadrants- 15,30,45 and 60, the game. Tennis starts with both players at zero, called love: “Love-all.” One person scores: 15 to love. 

What is the meaning of love all  Ponmali asked Ragini.

I too don't  know. It is baffling how love is taken for zero. 

Armugam laughed " l'oeuf  ( la oof) means the egg which means zero 

the word la oof  is pronounced as love that's all. clarified Armugam

That's amazing. said Raagini.

In big tournaments we have chair umpire , the line umpire and the referee but today I am all the three he said and laughed. " Kani laughed and said " You are ?" 

"I am Armugam a professional player and a writer." Armugam stretched his hand, Kani too stretched her hand. Armugam shook Kani's hand. The touch was a bit different. Kani looked at him. He was caught looking at her breast. 

Ragini  stood vis a vis Kani. They are standing close on either side of the net with rackets in their hands. "He is leering at you." said Kani to  Ragini.   Ragini smiled and said " Let him. "who was going to serve?"  Ragini is wearing a pink three fourth and a sky blue t-shirt. She has tied her long hair and tucked behind her neck into the collar of the t-shirt. Kani is wearing a track and  red t shirt.  Armugam gazed at them from his chair and called for the service. Ragini  smiled at him and served. The play began. Ragini scored 15, 30, 45 , Deuce shouted Armugam. Ragini made two successive points and won the game. Later she played with Ponmoli and won the match. 

The game is over Armugam went to the net. Ragini and ponmoli were standing. He asked Ragini to play a match with him. Ragini " Why don't we play doubles?" Kani and I one team Poni and you the other." suggested Ragini. I want to play with you singles." said Armugam.

Ragini agreed to his proposal. The match began. Ragini went back and bent low. She was ready to lift the ball expecting a good serve from Armugam. Armugam served first. The ball hit the net. Ragini smiled. She understood where he focus was. Agmugam had second serve. It was too loose. Ragini went for a shot. Agmugam dropped it at the net. Ragini who was in the back came running to the net and dropped it in the opposite court. Armugam played it a shot and Ragini had to run back. Armugam repeated the same to get most viewing pleasure.

Ragini won the match. Armugam was happy and came close and congratulated by shaking her hand. Ragini , Ponmoli and Kanmoli left the Academy. 

Have you got relaxed ?  Poni asked Ragini.  " The stress has not gone yet. Somewhat"  said Ragini.  "I know what you want let us go to Mc Donalds."  suggested Kanimoli. 

"Let us go home. My house is just four kilometers from here besides you never came to my house said Ragini. " But what about your mother?" asked Kani. Ragini laughed and said "She went to Tenali her mother's health is bad. 


The taxi stopped in front of a beautiful Duplex house near Devi theatre. "It is very close to our college just one kilometer." said Ragini getting down from the taxi. Kani and poni also got down, Ragini paid for the taxi. The taxi left. Ragini opened the gate. As they walked in they saw Ford Eco Sport  black car. Ragini opened the door and invited them to her room. She took them straight to her room. They sat at the dining table. Ragini served the beer into glasses while polmali was watching the surroundings through the window of the bedroom. 

The area is quite clam.  A flow of breeze came in. Awave of music came floating with the breeze. Wow! wonderful! said Ponimali. Kani also became curious. Ragini said " The building that you see there is Trinity music college. This is the time for their music classes." concluded Ragini. The three started with cheers. Ragini took a sip and pulled out her hair from the t shirt. The hair was so long.  Kani and Poni are amazed! " You are good at keeping secrets!" said Poni. " " we don't know your house. we don't know that you have a car." said Kani. "My mother is very disciplined. She doesn't give me car. She hasn't had a driver. She doesn't believe men.  She is different" said Ragini.  You too are different, you hide things" said Kani  "Yes I have hidden my tension like  I have hidden my hair" 

Kani: Tension! for you? 

Ponmoli : Why do you play with men and then worry. I noticed at the tennis academy that Armugam was leering at you. He gazed at my breast and pressed my hand differently.  He groped your body with his eyes. You know why he lost the game? His focus is elsewhere!

Ha hha hhaa hhaa ... chortled Ragini. " I am amused by your words, In fact I got rid of some stress with your reminding that episode. She put her hand in her bra and pulled out a small piece of paper.  "He writes romantic poems on me. This is the poem he wrote."

 Poni and kani were shocked. When did he give you this piece of paper?" they exclaimed

 While shaking my hand. said Ragini and emptied the glass. Kani and poni too.

She served another round. Aren't you bothered by his looks? they asked Ragini.

A worthy man's looks gives a woman an increased feeling of self-worth, They work like tonic Said Ragini. "However delicious they may be between the pages of their books in real life they are obtuse yokels , who are dead up the neck" said Ponimoli. 

Ragini: Intellect is seductive and is equally eager to be seduced. Women are drawn to intelligent men. Look at Noble prize winner Hemingway his  life was about honing his art of writing and gaining popularity. A serial womaniser, each time he got bored with his wife, he sought out a new attachment while still married.

Ponmoli: Did people not hate him?

A man must be a very great genius to make up for being such a loathsome human being

Let us see how intelligent is this writer. said Kani and opened the piece of paper from Ragini's hands on which a poem is written. 

My heart beats faster 

your looks serve as booster

a rhythm passes  into my belly

demands a play in  woman's velley 

It wakes up the insurgent

The game I know is urgent

I here play tennis 

I can not go to Venice 

Ragini laughed. Kani and poni were surprsed.  "When Kings are honoured with such verses in olden days they used to shower pearls on the poets. Now the queen is showering smiles." Said Ragini. 

Kani: So your tension  has gone! 

Ragini: This afternoon I have seen a police officer entering the campus. Off course he is not in uniform. This means the investigation started. 

Ponmali: It started a week ago , now the investigation reached our college.

Kani : Police have no right to enter the medical college campus! 

Ragini: Who said the police have no right to enter college campus. They can enter any campus and arrest anyone under their jurisdiction if they have sufficient grounds. But it is a tradition that they don't arrest students from the campus. They show reverence to the heads of the institutions and talk to them first. 

Kani: You mean they have come to arrest.....

Poni:  Why do you bother if they come to campus. They came for Aravan. 

Ragini: They can enquire me for abetment  if Aravan says that I am the reason for his bikewheeling.  Just then the Poni's phone rang. "Mayilvili is calling" said Poni.

Kani: Call her immediately her uncle is police officer. We can have more information.

A few minutes later Mayilvili joined the friends. Mayilvili was surprised to see the sudden party without her knowledge.  After a round of beer she came to know what the matter was. She couldn't contain herself. She burst into laughter. Her sudden guffaw that flooded the room resembled an all out Balakot surgical air strike. They could imagine the continuous bombardment of Mirage 2000 fighters.  After a while she took a pause and said "It is Suchitra's brother who visited in the afternoon, He is not a police officer." She continued to laugh.  


Tanya and Diana are sitting at the table in the staffroom. Diana was reading the Guardian. Tanya was correcting the notes.  "I would burn in hell than to return  home" – Diana read aloud.   Tanya stopped work ad looked at Diana strangely.  "British teachers are fleeing overseas.  I  would burn in hell than to return  home says British teacher migrated to Switzerland. explained Diana  and added "There is an exodus of teachers from England to Switzerland.” Tanya understood that Diana read the news.   "Ufff…".Tanya dropped her pen down and said “ what happened?”

Diana: Brain drain!!! Most teachers from London are joining Institut auf dem Rosenberg  one of the most expensive schools in the world. It is twice as expensive as Eton college.  

Teachers in this school are from Vietnam, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Azerbaijan, Qatar, Spain, Italy, Slovakia, Colombia, Sweden and Germany. They wrote from France, Bali, Singapore, Seychelles, Tanzania, the US, South Korea, Brunei, Japan

That is international school., teachers from diverse cultures and languages. Said  Angayar. She stepped into the classroom  with a beautiful smile.

Diana: That is the smile said Diana, “ Meenakshi lacks this smile.

Angi: Of course! She lacks this plastic smile. Meenakshi smiles naturally wholeheartedly

Your are admitting that your smile has no life?

Why only smile , I have no life

Diana has understood that the medicine she gave did not work. she asked with eyes

Angayar shook her head meaning  the medicine did not work. Her face became sad. 

Don't worry! you have forgotten to do something! You have to change the place" Said Diana

Angayar smiled.  Diana too smiled and said " Try my plan for the last time." 

Costing up to £100,000 for an academic year, the Institut auf dem Rosenberg 

What’s behind the brain drain? said Tanya 

Here we feel, we can be more creative, more independent. “In the UK you are constantly having to report to certain people about certain things. Here you are trusted to do what you think is best for the student. " It is the comedy"  Said Angayar. 

That is how the cookie crumbles. The Swiss school pays them much higher. Aren't Indians working in USA and Europe?  " Aren't we changing jobs here? said Tanya.

So you left your previous school for better salary" said Diana.

"NO, I left the previous school for better working conditions" said Tanya

"What better conditions you have seen here?" Said Angayar

I haven't seen better conditions here but I have seen worse conditions there. 

It is a Christian school that has misplaced sense of religion that only Christianity is true and other religions are wrong. As such the English education is very critical about Hindu , customs, traditions and culture.  The pseudo seculars have taken advantage of English education and tried to prove that everything about Hinduism is unscientific hence wrong including your birth.  Recently we had annual day. In the cultural activities the school presented a drama against bad habits. The opening scene of the drama is Lord Ganesha smoking cigarette and Lord Shiva contemplates on how his son fell in bad company. The drama did not serve the intended purpose of creating awareness on social blemishes but showed Hindu gods in bad light. 

Angayar " There are many Christian Schools came into news for humiliating Hindu gods and make fun of them."  "Ninety percent of the spectators are Hindus but they were too proud to accept their inferiority. For them it is a super hilarious comedy.  said Tanya.

Diana was silent while Angayar said " Thank god we got a good Christian who truly loves her neighbours."  I am not a Christian" said Tanya.  " But why you have a Christian name?"  asked Angayar.  " Tanya is a Russian name. I was born in Russia" said Tanya. 

Very interesting ,  tell me about your father and family" Said Diana. 

She rose from the chair and said " I must go to class now,  but here is some money we collected for the hospital bills of Meenakshi you can use them if necessary." said Tanya giving a cover to Angayar.  "Her son has paid  the bills. Please keep it with you" said Angayar. That is a great son! said  Tanya and left to class.