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“And my son, I am pleased.”Almighty continued in his hoarse voice “ Listen to me carefully. When you are in trouble and cannot help thyˈself solve it. Close your eyes and think of me. I will do it for you. Now listen more carefully, will help you only once.” And he faded into white clouds leaving a trial of faint light. I felt lot relieved. Came across several crises in life, from poverty to strained relations. Every time, I thought about taking god’s help to resolve it, I thought why not give it a last try before I call him for help. What if something worse strikes me in the future and I won’t have the boon left then, worried me more. I succeeded solving all of them myself. In the death bed, when I was sure nothing more can come to me, I wished to see him one last time. Closed my eyes and he appeared. I told him that I dint use his boon. And he replied “Good, it would have not worked even if you had tried the boon. “ Adding more surprise he continued “i was playing a trick on you. All you needed was the confidence that you can do it.” He winked and the light faded

Note : Was thinking about a title for the story, when my son, then sitting on my lap typed the title. Before pressing ctrl+zs in quick successions, I thought why not give this title to the story, after all, it’s given by one of his most innocent creations :)

Few things don’t change

One of those days in office when the production issues were raining. Extension phones were sounding like non-stop FM. Calls upon calls. Managers were walking up and down the floor reliving Murphy’s law “When you don't know what to do, walk fast and look worried”.  One of them even was preparing some power point presentation. I was really clueless on how would that help come out of this crisis. However as long as he doesn’t intervene, we were better. Suddenly one of the senior managers dragged me to a meeting room to evaluate the situation. Questions showered on me. Suddenly my mobile rang. I attended the call “Sir, I am Monica calling from KDHTC bank. We are selling platinum cred…”. “Sorry I am not interested” I didn’t let her complete, when she posed even more frustrating question “Why don’t you listen to me sir?”. “Somebody is giving me a bl*w j*b right now, So I don’t have time to listen to you. Convinced???”. I dint dare to wait for the reply and disconnected the call. Manager looked puzzled. And I said “sorry, I dint mean you”. He continued the questions and I continued giving some round the bush answers. Somehow somebody from the desk barged to the room and asked for some help. I made use of it to come out of the room. When I returned to seat, things had worsened, with few more issues. My eyes welled in frustration and was on the verge of breakdown, when I received another call “Son, I have prepared your favorite mango pickle. Can you come home for lunch?”.  Mother’s love...

Butter fly Effect

Darlllyn : The feature list of the product looks less in number. Can we think of any more features to add? I understand it’s too short a notice. But can we give it a shot before the launch?

Merlin : Sam,  CEO is not impressed with the features. He is skeptical about the success of it in the market. Can you think of something more innovative before the launch scheduled next month?

Sam : Gary, you’d head the technical team and come out one of the features that would distinguish us in the market. Directors are all really pissed off with the product.  You have 20 days to get it done. Repeat..20 days !

Gary: WTF have you done with the product Mrs.Camy? I had earful from Sam. Thanks for that. Now, develop additional Security featur es and Jazzy UIs for all the windows of the product. Keep in mind, you have just 15 days.

Camy : Manjulal, looks like senior management is not happy with the product. Impression of our team is at stake. To regain, we need to build ….. in less than 10 days.  

Manjulal : Sasi, you have just 7 days time starting today. Develop ….. and give me a demo. I have some surprises for you, if you make it..more importantly..only if you make it.

Sasi : Hello, Am I speaking to Murthy of Camela resort. Murthy,  can you please cancel the booking for 3 days starting tomorrow. Booking was done in the name of Sasi. ..Ok ok 50% refund will do.

Murthy : We don’t have the guest tomorrow. Give the excess food to other customers. And left over to the orphanage.

Muthu, is very happy today having had a sumptuous lunch.

"It does not work that way"

The English spring had just begun.  Maple leaves were turning yellow. Few fallen leaves on the marble pavement were being graced by the cool breeze.  As I sat in the bench, my son had already run away from my clutches to play with the first grass hopper that caught his attention. Grass hoper appeared lot disciplined and matured compared him. 

I moved to UK 6 years back as a part of my onsite assignment. I lay back fully resting on the park bench.  I was yawning consistently, attributed more to my tiresome work in office and partly to my son who didn’t let me sleep last night. “Didn’t you sleep well last night”, enquired my friend who I used to meet In the park every time I went there. “Look at him, playing and enjoying. He didn’t let me sleep the whole night.” My angry voice were on its peak. “Does he even know that I am struggling in office, just so that he can have a better life” I vented my frustration on my friend. “Wait, let me grow old and I will do all this to him, so that he knows how much has tormented me. He will have to look after me the way I look after him..hmmmm”

Somebody patted on my shoulders. I turned back to see a wrinkled hand and traced it up to a blue eyed old man in his mid 80s. “It does not work that way, my son. Love does not work that way”He said, as he ran his hand through his free flowing white bread.  He slowly walked away tapping his walking stick on the ground. His words echoed a thousand times in my mind. 

He reached near my son who was busy playing. Lifted him and kissed him on his forehead and my son held both his ears and kissed him on his eyes. He left my son to play. I saw him fade into the last turning of the park lane. Seeing my son playing happily, I realize  “It does not work that way, my son. Love does not work that way”.