THE OLD MAN AND SEWING MACHINE....

The one thing in this world that no one hates is rain.But i remember the kinder garden rhyme "rain rain go away.come again another day".
There are many reasons why i like rain.To say in poetic way,i like to watch the crying of clouds(though i am not a sadist).It satifies the unsatisfied thirst of the land(also people too).It gives a free bath to all the plants and animals (also for some humans who are not taking bath).It goes on........
Sometimes i hate rains....cos it does not allow us to roam outside freely.It doesn't allows our clothes to dry properly.Finally when it reaches the extreme,it takes away not only the properties of humans,also the most valuable human life.
The following picture states about the village people who are cursing the rain one year for not showing its presence......
and the immediate next year they curse it for washing away all their properties....
(Ok lets start taking our camera.... which moves to a village.....)I know that the moment when you all read 'village', your imagination goes around those greenfields,cattles,hard working farmers,good people,the good and fresh ambience.....
But..............
There is an extreme opposite case in the village where we are moving about.It should be the rainy season but the sun refusing the rain to settle down as if its an extened summer.All the farmers who have harvested in this month are eagerly waiting to welcome the monsoon.Poor farmers,who dont know that they are being cheated this time.
There lived a old farmer who falls in our camera(unknowingly).To say about this farmer,we can say in a short word as a 'hard worker'.This word may be small to spell, but to live.....its really damn difficult.
To shoot this farmers activities in our camera we have to get up early in the morning(before the sun says 'good morning') and travel with him.The first work he does is he feeds his cattles.His cattle population must be around 20 to 30.But the care he shows towards all of them are equal.He then takes milk from them and sell them to the nearby village which is 2 miles away(oh...not nearby).
Then....the time must be around 8'o clock(camera's wake up time).He moves to his farm land where he does his hereditary occupation(agriculture).He does all the activities such as ploughing,watering,sowing,weeding,harvesting (where this generation boys and girls don't know them).He works till the sun is midway on his journey.Then he takes his food.(hope...they are not be having breakfast...so this is the first food for the day).After his lunch he tries to do some more work and then in the evening he moves to his home(sorry our camera sleeps in the noon).In the evening he spends time with his wife.(no children...)
The moment he lands up in the home he watches his wife who is sewing the clothes with the old sewing machine.The secret about the sewing machine is that it should be gifted by our farmer.Our farmer adviced her to throw away that and he will get her a new one after the harvesting,which she refused it.(might be cos of love(towards machine or farmer? donno...))
The dark evening passes for the family with the hope that 'they will live tommorow'.This routine life continues for them(to say in mordern words.....farmer's life sucks!!!)
There are near about 200 families in that village(sorry, our camera has captured the life of this family only).
All these families are eagerly awaiting or expecting only one thing is "RAIN".
After some days all these expectation turned into vain and they started cursing god who has not cared them.Some farmers committed suicide,cos they are not able to repay the loan as the monsoon failed their expectations.(well thats not the trend of farming committing suicide).
Some bold villagers in that village managed to live in that pathetic situation.
(our camera goes back to city....takes rest for a year then returns back to that same village).
The early monsoon showered not only water also some happiness to these farmers life.(pity farmers who do not know that this happiness going to ruin their life completely).
Our farmer is really happy about the investment he made and he expecting a lot some after the harvesting.(camera could trace that happiness).
He once again insisted her that he will get her this time a new sewing machine,where she refused this time too(poor old lady not able to grab the golden opportunity).
The flood time started(climax too).All these villagers lived in the low level land.So they were requested to move, where some obeyed and others denied.(our camera was safe and capturing our farmer).All their farm lands are now covered by the water.This time they cursed the god for the causal of floods.
This is the hard time for the farmers to leave their properties and to leave the place.As the flood increasing day-by-day our farmer stayed there with the confidence that the rains will settle down.Finally our farmer realized he and his wife should survive....so he let the cattles out and he took his bullock cart(his formula F1 car....yeah it got awards in local 'reklar race').
He and she took some important things and tried to move from that place.They found a huge flood chasing them back.Finally they got to the top level land.(our camera travelled with them and reached a safe place now).
Our farmer seeing his lady weeping went near to console her.She said that she has left that old sewing machine in the home.The farmer jumped into the water and dissappeared.(not possible for our camera to follow him)...
Even after a long time our farmer has not turned which caused fear in the mind of that poor old lady.(camera was ready to pack up with the bad ending of this story.....)
But everyone in that place saw someone in a far distance and they are eagerly waiting for him(camera zoom lens not working.....so not able to see who is that man)....
When he neared by,everyone recognized it's our old farmer, carrying the love of his lady.
(camera weeped first time in its history).........

This story may depict two things love and also the story of farmers cursing the rains always.The poor rain donno when to start and when to stop....getting the curse from all these farmers through out the country.

Its a inspiration from a tamil novel by vairamuthu.Thanks to him and also to the camera which travels along with u.

The picture portrait

The usual story with unusual narration

Stop it!!!!!!!!He screamed at her.This sound might be heard by the nearby town too.It was huge scream that she never expected from him....

He not knowing what he was doing.....banged the table where the picture portrait was kept.It should be a huge blow on the table, the portrait fell down and smashed into pieces.Not only the glass of picture portrait also her heart.Her heart stopped pumping for few seconds...She weeped a lot,unable to tolerate this he left the home taking his car.(he himself donno where he goes.....how come we judge????)

Both were thinking how their relationship started.......

He....(thinking)

He a senior student in an Engineering college.He always there in the cream and got placed in the placements with huge package from a software giant.He not only studious, also a naughty guy among the gals in the class.He, a handsome guy used to tease all the girls.All the girls also liked his tricky playful things.Inshort he should be a playboy among all the girls.

She....(thinking)

It was her first day to college after her higher secondary school, where she got passed with a higher marks.She was very much scared about the ragging that takes place in the college.As we had described a lot about our hero,its a must that we should also do the same for her.She a calm,quiet,good looking girl(never puts her head up while walking.....not like dis generation gals...).She had a good voice.It was similar to a bird singing whe speak anything.Simply to say a GIRL(wholly).......

They....(thinking)

As said, it was her first day and his worst day.He and his friends found our girl and called her nearby, where she refused first and then unable to resist their invitation went near them.He started with asking her name and the same old details,finally landed up with a question of whether she has boyfriend.

She boldly "No, i don't have"

He"Hmm....good....i wont ask why???,Ok lets endup with questionnaire session and let the original ragging session start guys"

(every one laughing..except her crying inside)

He "Ok....you look good and i am not harming you a lot.......

what u should do is.......gimme a kiss and then move from this place, thats it.."

She unable to say any words staring at him...It seems like He was eagerly awaiting for that moment...

She totally confused and she was very much scared looking all of the guys staning near her...She moved close to him to satisfy his pleasure.He would have thought, She is as same as other girls moving around him...donno she would be exceptional........She came near to him.He closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure and all the surrounding friends adrenalin went to peak.

There came a sound blow on his face by her.She ran off from that place before any one could recognise what had happened.....It all took place in a moment....

He...(thinking)

That night he was not able to sleep for two reasons, obvious because of pain and also about the character of that gal who gave him a blow.He felt bad about his behavior towrds her.He thought that next day he would ask for pardon from her.

She....(thinking)

The next morning she woke up from bed and went to bathroom where she was stunned by seeing him.Before she screamed,he closed her mouth.He asked her to apologize hime for his bad act towards her.It seemed like for the whole day she was not relieved from the shock which he gave her in morning.

They....(thinking)

He was not able to look at her and should be the same with her hope...Eventhough He was a joyful person not able to overcome the silence in front of her(which he liked the most).He was not able to face her eyes.

The moment He goes to silence in front of her, She recognizes it and feels very bad for that....Both had a best language called silence...(where no one could interpret it).....Both found something in them was disturbing a lot....

It should be the colorful valentine's day....Finally he decided to overcome his silence and express himself.So thought to start it with the gift.Unusually He went to a gift gallery to gift her something...He found a good portrait where two penguins there in it.The moment he saw, he went to pick that....One of his hand on the portrait which he liked....He found a other hand touching the same....He looked at the face and we could found that his face expression suddenly changed....It was She..............(hope she also thought of presenting him some gift)......What a coincidence between them....

Finally She left for him and He bought it and gifted it to her along with his heart.........

There heard a sound of marriage between them......

He.....

It was the day this incident took place....The moment he got up from the bed he found someone shouting at him at this early morning for a irrelevant reason.He was not able to tolerate....Last night he packed thw office work at 11 pm and got back home at 12.He was in a urge to sleep,but He was not allowed by Her.....

She...

That was their first wedding anniversary and He promised to her take her out on the evening.But He should have forgotten that...(cos of tight work schedule).....

She cursed him.....and felt asleep....

The moment He landed up in house She was not able to control her anger...so she shouted......

which continued on the next morning to.....

They...

He could judge that the sound hadn't come from his alarm,it was She.....She was not able to control her feelings....She cried and shouted at him...He tried pacifying her which didn't worked.Finally unable to control his temper he blowed a whistle and banged on the nearby table....

He realized that it was his mistake and taking a u turn towards home or her.....

She realized that it was her mistake.....

When He was back, He found that origin of their love was on the ground in pieces....He went forward to pick it up...He found other hand picking it up....it was She.....

They both shared their looks and unable to control their love had a hug which was inseparable....

Tring Tring!!!!Tring Tring!!!
I was awakened by a telephone call....Before i pickup the receiver my mother rushed. I came to know from the converstation that my wife gave birth to a baby girl....

I once again tried to sleep with a great disappointment.I expected a lot that i would be having a boy as my first child. I remembered the day when my wife left to her mother's house....Its a bloody custom followed in India where a pregnant woman would go to her mother's home to deliver her child.

I remembered the day i had a last talk with my wife.

In the urge of rushing to office i was dressing myself and conversing with her..

"I donno wat u do, i want a baby boy and not a girl, you got it"

She tried to burn me with her eyes and asked "Why??? Why not a Girl??"

" I dont have reasons and time to explain you, i want a boy and not a girl, thats it"

She was covering the dressing table this time and gave a bad look at me....

I said "I really dont like gals, i really don't........ fine." I continued "If its a boy you can come back here, else pack up from here"

These were the last words i spoke with her and that were uttering in my mind till she gave birth to my child.I was not talking with her in phone also all these days. Whenever she called home my mother used to talk to her and i was not equiring about her health also...

She would have thought that i had a foolish thought in this 21st century.

Tring Tring!!!!Tring Tring!!!

Not even a few minutes once again telephone screamed.This time too my mother rushed before me.But she gave a scream this time that my wife was no more.After she gave birth,she heard that it was a girl and after few moments unable to tolerate the pain she died.It hurted me a lot.I felt so bad that she died not because of pain but because of the torture i gave her during all these days.Something in me said that "You the rouge killed her and enjoying you nasty nap".

I came to know that she has not disclosed anything which was between me and her.For the first time i saw my child.My mother-in-law gave the child to me.I donno...... something was pricking my heart.The child was screaming a lot before it was handed to me.The moment she came to my hand she gave a charming smile.I found the real tears came from my heart.She was holding my hand and saying me symbolically that

"No one is there for me except you......."

I was not able to control my tears.I felt so bad of mine and my behavior towards my wife.Whenever

MY CHLID

smiles i found the smile of my wife and i am sure that i could not forget these smiles forever and ever.