அமெரிக்காவில் இருந்து ஒரு அநாதை கடிதம்

Day 1:

I feel very excited . After 6 months of marriage here I am at the United States of America with my hubby. This has been my first flight experience. My husband has left me and came over to America after one month of marriage and it me so much time to get a dependent visa to come here, to stay united with him. Anyway I feel very happy to be back with my husband.

Day 7:

This was my first weekend in US. We went to Universal Studios and DisneyLand. My husband is caring me very much. I am really happy to get such a nice person as my hubby. We had a splendid weekend altogether. It was just like living in a new planet. I wish I could have had him little earlier. But everything is for good. Eilla?

Day 30:

Days here are just going by. Last week we met up with some friends who are all settled here in US from TamilNadu. Occasional they met up each other and set up get together's.  Things are completely different here compared to Chennai. By the way he is little busy with his work and so its bit boring for me.

Day 180:

Six months have passed in a flash. I feel bit lonely though. He is being busy with delivering his project, and I am spending weekends sitting in home. With a dependent Visa I could not secure a job for me. Sitting simply at home. His parents were asking were a good news but we have postponed getting baby by two years so that we could settle up well before we have one. Cant blame him too, Hard working guy. I am expecting the best though.

Day 700: (Two years)

I am conceived now. I dono whether it is a boy or girl. His mother has came from Chennai to look after me during pregnancy. Two years have gone by this project has been extended by another 2 years. So we are gonna be here another 2 years. So we are gonna be here another 2 years at least.  I miss my dad and mom. His promise that we will return back to India in two years is now extinct. But everything is for our baby only. When we get back to India we will be settled..

Day:- 5 years

My daughter Sandiya Raghunathan is now 3 years old. Up and going to school. He has shifted to a US based company. I have also applied for a Independent Visa. These 5 years in home, i have lost everything except for my child. I have spent the last 3 years with her and it is going to be really tough for me to spend the time when she goes to School. She has been giving me company all the way through in my lonely times. I am gonna miss her lot when she goes to School.

Day:- 10 years

I dono where is he now. May be in japan or in Midway flying in plane crossing Atlantic  Sandhya is growing fast and my husband has secured a green card.. So now we are citizens of United states of America. In the past years we went to India twice. Once when his father died and other for his sisters marriage. Years have passed in looking for cheap flights for India. Now my parents are with my brother and his kids are really blessed to have them. But he is not that much earning as we do.. But does it matter??

Day:- 20 Years

Sandiya has become Sandy now. Growing in US made her a typical american. Brings Blacks to home, stays out overnight, parties and what else. Sometimes it seems to me what has I earned up here. Nothing other than a Ostentating life. When I came to US I promised my friend that I will return in 2 years, huh., 20 years have passed.. What a life? Or have i led a life. I have to ask to my friend only. My hubby still promises me that he will get me back to India  But how?? As a person with a soul or as a lifeless body. But I still doubt that, because going to India in a coffin costs more than going in compressed cabin...

சொந்த ஊரைவிட்டு போகறவன் அனைவரும்மே அனாதை பிணம் தான் ....

கவிதை on மழை

நிலமகள் கூப்பிட..

வான்மகள் ஓடிவருகிறாள்...

மழை !!!  

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Loco Love- An Love Story Between WDP3a and WAP5

I just don’t like this WAP 7. He is always honking at me whenever he crosses me without any purpose. Rowdy. Either I have to quit this route or have to do something to stop this nonsense. But Why Should I have to Quit this route. This is my train. I have been pulling this TVC RajDhani since I was born. This WAP 7 which came yesterday is behaving like a boss. Doesn’t It have any decency on how to behave to a WDP 3A, Just because he is WAP 7 it doesn’t mean he is a here. Look at WAP5, how humble he is!!! I really like hm. My cousin WDM 2 says I am having a crush on it. Stupidity I replied her. How can a Diesel Loves Electric?? Ridiculous isn’t? But I really dono, whenever he comes near me, my alternators are vibrating and my brake shoes are going loose. May be I do love him. But he, WAP5 will he have any thoughts on me? Will he love a diesel? I really do no.. 

ED’s WAP4 are cute guys. They are like my brothers, always cracking jokes, making me laugh. I used to see a couple of them at SRR. But they used to mock at me saying that when the route is electrified, they will throw me out of service. Let me see who has the guts to throw me out of service? But WAP4’s may be right. Once I used to pull the whole route but today I am able to pull up to BRC only. But this is also good, because I saw my WAP 5 due to electrification only. But still he is not showing any interest on me. May be he doesn’t like diesels. What will I do if they put me totally out of service? Then WAP5 will surely hate me, in that case I will derail myself from any Railway Bridge in KK and Suicide myself. That is the only option left. 

Monsoons are playing their part and here I am drenched in rain at BRC. In the past two years he has never seen me nor shown any interest on me. I feel like crying. How long can a girl control her feelings and keep quiet, It should be boys who should come forward and propose. He has never done that till now. Ya I knew the reason, he doesn’t likes me that is the real reason. My parents are forcing me to marrying WDG 7, but for that I would rather pull his wagons. Hmmm... Ah.. why is he coming towards me. I haven’t detached from the coache yet.. Why is he coming in my track.. Oh my god.. He is coming towards me. I won’t look at him. No please don’t look at me like this. Oh god he is coming , coming.. I am gonna close my eyes.. He is so close now. Pushes his two buffers into me and kisses.. God is this real or am I dreaming.?? So he does love me. I said I am in love with you. He replied “Where in the rails can I get better loco than you dear?”.

P.S: After this WAP5 and WDP3a got married and pulled TVC Raj for years together and lived happily.

Until one day..  

It Happens only in India

This is India And We are INDIANS. 

PROUD to be an INDIAN 

This is India And We are INDIANS. PROUD to be an INDIAN

A Train Journey to Remember for Ever

It was as I remember my first experience with Indian railways. I was 8 years old studying class three. I along with my dad, mom, brother and uncle were travelling to Trichy for a marriage on one of those summer holidays. The train we boarded was Pallakad Town Trichirapally fast passenger. In those days back in 1997, it was not a fast passenger and it started from Coimbatore. The train was relatively new and was not overcrowded despite the holiday season.

The train has started roaring and at some point of time in the journey, there was this gorgeous, cute girl who came up to my place and introduced herself to my parents. I really have to stammer out to my mom that this pretty girl is a classmate of mine. She spoke as if she have knew my parents before and suddenly asked me whether I could come and meet her parents. Before I could give her a answer, my mother has pushed me out of my seat and I was walking along the train's corridor with her left hand firmly holding my right hand. We walked past a few compartments holding our hands together before we came to her seat. She was accompanied by her mother and a old lady probably her Grand ma. She introduced me as her friend and after all the formal questions and answers, her mother offered me a biscuit which I politely rejected. I bid good bye to her and to her family and returned to my seat after having a hard time figuring my way back.

It wasn't a thing really for me during that time, but during my class five hopes were really high. Our school only had upto 5th standard and all the pupil were writing entrance exams in various better schools for a new start. I too have tried up with few schools. It was then the class was divided into groups of four, two studious and two dumb pupil. Studious were supposed to help the less privileged. Me and her being studious were put up together and when ever we used to recite to each other, she used to give a smile that worth's a hundred million bucks, and whenever she smiles there will always be a dimples in her cheeks and boys fell in it. I was one of those.

Another instance that comes to my mind happened again in class five. Since we were studious we used to write class tests without supervision. There was this question which I studied but couldn't able to pen it down. I asked a another friend of mine to give me a little start up. He too faithfully tore a small bit of paper and wrote something and threw it to me. But the paper instead of coming to me, flew to her. She looked up to see both of our faces and again continued her work, looking back again at her test note book. Neither of us had the courage to ask her for the paper or to hide it. It lay there in the floor visible to everyone. When my class teacher came, she saw the paper on the floor and we were caught. With his handwriting my friend was undoubtedly was caught red handed, what mattered was, to whom he had passed the bit paper. Without even having second thoughts my class teacher turned around to look at me. While my friend claimed that he was practicing the question before the start of the test, I flatly denied any knowledge about the bit of paper. My Class Teacher asked her whether she saw anything suspicious. To our great relief she denied that she dint saw anything and was busy with her test. It was the last thing I remember in my early school life.

Then we departed. I went to another school and time ran by. But whenever I go by my old school or through that Shopping Complex where her father owned a shop, I always sneaked in with anticipation to have glimpse of her. One the first day of my college, during the first Roll Call, when the Professor called up her name, I had a mixture of emotions. I held my neck up high to see the face of that girl only in vain. But when all the days-scholars of my class was asked to stand I was first one to stand only to find out that there wasn't anyone looking like her, standing in the girls side. Hopes of seeing her again fell down.

15 years later after the first incident, I was sitting in my office, bored, I was doing a random search for all my past classmates in facebook she was my first search. After one or two failed attempts I found her. YES. YES. She was friend of friend of mine. The mutual friend was obviously the one who threw the bit paper on her instead of on to me. To this day I do not know how he has caught with her? but I sent a humble friend request with a note that I was her old schoolmate and she gracefully accepted it after few days. I also had an chat with her one day. She was quite the same in colour as she was in class five, but looked a little taller in photographs. Well It was really nice to have some one after such a long time, isn't? After all when it was your first crush.

Deepan's Successful Fourth Year

3 வருஷம் ஓடி போச்சு.. நேத்து தான் எங்க அம்மா எழந்த மாதிரி இருந்தது, நாளைக்கு 12TH Chemistry எக்ஸாம் இன்னிக்கு அம்மா தவறுன எப்பிடி இருக்கும் , அப்பிடி தான் தீபன் நிலைமையும். GH யில் நான் எக்ஸாம் எழுத வேண்டாம் nuசொன்ன போ, இன்ஜினியரிங் தான் அம்மா ஆசை பட்டங்க அதனால எக்ஸாம் எழுதுவேன் nu, அன்னிக்கு காரியம் பண்ணிட்டு அடுத்தநாள் எக்ஸாம் எழுத போனனான்.

ரிசல்ட் வந்த போ Chemistry la நல்ல மார்க் எடுத்து இருந்தாலும், அடுத்த எக்ஸாம் ஆனா maths la கொஞ்சம் கம்மி மார்க். 160/200 Marks.  இப்போ இருக்கற இன்ஜினியரிங் Cut Off la அது ரொம்ப கம்மி மார்க் தான். 

மார்க் பாத்துட்டு Arts and Science பண்ணுறேன் nu சொன்னான், நீயும் சரி அம்மா வும் சரி இன்ஜினியரிங் தான் ஆசை பட்டங்க, இன்ஜினியரிங் eh பண்ணு nu சொல்லி புரிய வச்சு இன்ஜினியரிங் கவுன்செல்லிங் ku சென்னை வந்தோம். 

நல்ல காலேஜ் கிடக்குன்னு வேண்டிகிட்டு வெயிட் பண்ணி தான் Dr. மகாலிங்கம் காலேஜ் பொள்ளாச்சி la Instrumentation and Control எடுத்தோம். 

அம்மாவின் இழப்புக்கு Rs.5௦௦௦௦ (Till now thats all) வந்த தொகை தான் அவனனோட முதல் வருட காலேஜ் பீஸ். அப்புறம் பேங்க் ல லோன் போட்டு(They will give 32,500 after that its upto you to arrange remaining amount, over that you will have to pay interest to het next yrs 32500) , Sponsorship  வாங்கி  அப்பிடி எப்பிடி nu, இன்னிக்கு தீபன் நாலாவது வருஷத்துல கால் எடுத்து வச்சுட்டான் . எங்க அம்மா தான் மட்டும் தான் சாதிக்க முடியும் நினச்சத, இன்னிக்கு அவங்க உதவி ஓட நாங்க முன்று பெரும் சாதிச்சு இருகோம். சும்மா இல்ல .. அப்பாவின் உழைப்பு , தீபன் நின் சகிப்பு தன்மையும் இருக்கு. பட்ட அவமானம்கள் , நினைவு இருக்க, பட்டுக்கொண்டு இருகின்ற அவமனம்களையும் நினைவு கொண்டு முன்னேறி செல்ல வேண்டும்.. 

வாழ்த்துகள் என் தம்பி ku நான்காம் ஆண்டில் அடி எடுத்து வைத்து இருக்கும் இந்த தருணத்தில்... 

The Day When A Helicopter Landed on a F1 Circuit

The Day When A Helicopter Landed on a F1 Circuit

Date: May 1, 1994

Place: San Marino Circuit, Imalo, Italy

Ayrton Senna was regarded as one of the greatest drivers of the modern age of Formula One. He drove racing cars. And some people say he drove them better than anyone who ever lived.

On May 1st 1994 during the San Marino Grand Prix, the unthinkable happened and 34 year old Ayrton Senna would never race again. It was a black ending to a horror weekend, Senna's death following a lucky escape for Rubens Barichello and the death of Roland Ratzenberger.

The weekend at Imola had not been pleasant for anybody, Senna included. On the first day of practice, Rubens Barichello, driving for the Jordan team, hit a kerb in a chicane, and launched his vehicle over a tyre barrier and straight into a debris fence. While the crash looked horrific, he escaped with a broken nose and some other minor injuries. On the first day of qualifying, little known rookie, Roland Ratzenberger was killed when his Simtek car left the track and hit a concrete barrier at around 200mph.

There were also two other crashes during the race meeting as well as Senna's, that cast a question mark over the safety of the course. The race had to run its first few laps behind a safety pace car due to an incident on the starting grid. The Lotus driven by Pedro Lamy had slammed into the rear of JJ Lehto's Benetton, which had stalled on the grid. Debris flew onto the crowd, over the debris fence and injured nine spectators

As the race restarted from behind the pace car, Senna and Schumacher drove away from the rest of the field. As the pair drove into the Tamburello curve, a flat out long left hand turn, for the first time after the start, Schumacher saw the bottom of Senna's car hit the road due to bumps on the track. He also stated later in court that Senna's car had seemed very unstable in that corner. The very next lap, Senna lost control of the car at 190mph, jumping the kerb and slamming into an unprotected concrete wall at an acute angle.

Senna had managed to slow the car to 130mph just before the impact, but even with the strength of the cars, this was not enough, although the safety cell in the car remained largely intact, see figure on right.

The front suspension collapsed and the front wheel and part of the suspension came around the side of the cockpit striking Senna in the head, the massive head injuries killing him, See figure on right. Medical emergency crews were on the scene within a minute and did everything possible to give the driver the best chance of survival. Even with this attention, Senna was pronounced brain dead before the end of the race.

When going through the wreckage, the examiners discovered a furled Austrian flag. Senna, who fully intended to win the race, had planned to wave it on his victory lap to honor Roland Ratzenberger who was killed in the qualifying round of the previous day when his car struck the outside wall at 196 miles an hour.

Those who knew Senna well said how he had been deeply affected by the death of Ratzenberger, and how he was not himself before the race. In a phone call to his girlfriend the night before, he indicated that he did not want to race the next day, but had to because it was his job.

The Austrian Roland Ratzenberger was the penultimate driver killed in a Formula One race.  

Senna was the last.

A million people turned out for his funeral.

18 years after his death, his nephew Bruno Senna rides for the same Formula1 William's team wearing a sightly modified version of Aryton Senna's Helmet.

For a person who was real champiod and concerned largely on about the safety of the drivers, his death was all that needed to bring the change.

RIP

Ayrton Senna

TombStone of Senna

References:

http://www.benchapman.com/project/senna1.html

http://murderiseverywhere.blogspot.in/2011/04/brazils-biggest-funeral.html

http://robbie-f1.blogspot.in/

http://www.motorsport.com/f1/photo/main-gallery

http://bleacherreport.com/articles/516260-the-1994-senna-disaster-the-day-formula-1-lost-its-remaining-innocence

பூம்பூகார் - A Tale of Lost Love and a Drowned City- Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3- THE LOST CITY

பூங்குழலி was so immersed in her own thoughts that she dints notice the sea that has retreated to about 20-30 meters. Her sister after waking her into real world went on to see what is happening in the sea. Even for பூங்குழலி this is a new event. She has always seen the sea enter into their shore during storms and in the full moon days bur never have seen the sea retreating.

As she walked towards the retreated sea, she saw curious people talking to each other about the unusual activity of their sea. Enthusiastic children taking their opportunity of the new reclaimed land were playing the sea and venturing to sea while their mothers scolding at them no to go too fat into the sea. As she walked into newly formed land, she could feel the soft sand that is wetting her legs. There were rocks hidden into the sea. She walked slowly towards the sea without listening to the commotion that is happening around. Her ears seemed to have lost its hearing ability. A deep silence has fulfilled her heart; she walked until water wetted her kegs, bringing her back to senses. She could now see waves that ear approaching thick and fact. Something seemed to be unusual and unknown.

பூங்குழலி could hear cries asking her and others to fall back. She looked into the waves, which are now starting to kick in. But these waves are different. They are bigger and taller than it usual ones and fast, real faster. All her instincts told her only one thing. RUN RUN RUN Poongulali RUN. When she was reached her hut, Water is already knee deep. Men around her were urging all to enter into the city of Puhar. பூங்குழலி thought of changing her direction and run towards the fort but quickly changed it and entered into her hut. She searched something and finally when her face become brighter we she knew she found it, It was a pot. She swiftly puts her hand onto it and grabs hold of a anklet. She closed her wrist and secures it. Came out of the hut and started her journey towards the gates of பூகார் . She could see that the waves are huge, almost the height of a palm tree, dashing onto the port. பூங்குழலி dint waste a moment, Running and almost swimming she made her way towards the fort. On the way she could see the ships that were docked that the ports of poomphuar were dashing into each other. Some of them even pulled out of the anchors and coming towards the fort by the force of the sea and water.

By a distant she could see the mighty gates of the பூம்புகார் , made of teak and steel are closing. From her childhood she had never seen the gates closing. It was always opened to all the people who were coming to the பூகார். Puhar was a palce was cultural and economic co-existence. Solders were struggling to close the gates against the enormous force of the sea. Water has now risen above the thighs. She has almost reached the gates. If at all they could spare a moment she could enter into the city before the gates closed. RUN Poongulali RUN RUN FAST. Jumping and swimming doing everything she could do, she managed to enter into the gates just in time. As she entered she could hear the doors shutting it down and latching it. She dares to look back.,.

Scene inside the city was almost horrible same as it was outside. Even inside the city water is knee deep. Chaos everywhere. She dono where to go. She could hear a drum beating asking the people to go the எகந்தனாபர்  temple. எகந்தனாபர்  she thought, If there is one place that could be die for, it is it.

“THADAL”-A huge sound disturbed her thoughts. She turned to see only to lose her balance by a sudden rush of water. Gates have been broken through by a ship dashing into it. May be the ship wishes to see the எகந்தனாபர் , she thought.

Water is drowning her. She tried to swim. But everywhere there is debris, she is unable to free neither her arms nor her legs. She tried as much as she could to reach the temple. At last a glimpse of the lord before she could die would be good. She has lost her hope. She knew she was going to die. After all, only nature can destroy the Chola City. Water is pulling her down. பூங்குழலி made immense efforts to pull up and to breath. Everytime she came up from the water she could see the temple Gopuram. She tried her best to swim towards it.

Almost there she thought. எகந்தனாபர்  - as the name depicts built in Puhar to make Puhar a happiest place for the people to live. What sin have we made to kill us god? What mistake? Has it because of the not celebrating the indra vila for you. God don’t you have mercy on your children. Can’t you excuse us, can’t you forgive us? She has to come up for air. She stretched her legs to come up. This time the distance seemed to be longer. As she comes up she could no longer see the Gopuram. Water must have gone above it, because the Fort is drowned, water is overflowing out of the massive walls surrounding the fort. She could no longer swim, nor did she have the energy to do it. She was slowly losing out the consciousness. Everything around her are going hazy. She could feel her eyes closing down. Her eye lids were meeting each other slowly and steadily.

Poongulali could see her father holding her hands and teaching her to swim. Next moment she could see a body burning in the cremation ground. She was standing there holding her hands to another girl who looked like her sister. இளமாறன். இளமாறன் was there swimming with her. There were walking in the banks of the river Cauvery. He was giving something to her, something like a anklet as a token of love. Anklet. Anklet. Poongulali regained her consciousness. Closed her fist tightly to feel the anklet still closed inside her palms. She could feel the silver beads inside her palm. Poongulali felt something hitting her back. She is going down. Everything went back.

புகார் - When VijayaRajendraCholan named this town as Puhar-He named it because none of the enemies can enter into the City. It is true till day that never enemies have entered into the city, all that entered was their worshipful god. Puhar meaning no one can enter.

2004 A.D- 16 nautical mailes of the coast of Karaikal Port.

A team of Indo-Japanese archaeological researchers in a fibre boat.

“Ah look what I have found” sounded a young man pulling out the diving gear from his face.

“It looks like silver, let’s examine it under microscope” said another.

“Looks like something is carved into it”

“It must be in Tamil. Lets call Archaeologist Prabhu”

“Hey guys I am here. What have you found?”

“It’s a silver thing. And something is carved in it”

“Hey guys, It’s a jewel, precisely an ankle and it has written POON—KU—LA—LI”

THE END.

Dedicated to all the Tsunami victims of 2003 and to my dad from whom I gained by reading habit

Thanks to ANNA CENTEATRY LIBRARY

References:

Patinapalai by Seethalai sathanar.

Silapathikaram by Elangoadikal

http://www.preservearticles.com/2012012721770/essay-on-excavations-reveal-remains-of-chola-capital.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chola_dynasty

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legendary_early_Chola_kings

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puhar

http://winyarl.com/?idb=MTY5Mw==&db5=NjY=&act=aW1nX2FsbA==

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=un-Rlq0fjho

http://winyarl.com/?id=ODk5OQ==&db5=aW1fZ2E=&cctv=ZnVsbA

http://winyarl.com/?idb=MTY5Mw==&db5=NjY=&act=aW1nX2FsbA==

http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/featured/seven-lost-cities-of-india/9982?image=5

பூம்பூகார் - A Tale of Lost Love and a Drowned City- Chapter 2

For the first chapter http://prabhuvinpathivugal.blogspot.in/2012/03/tale-of-lost-love-and-drowned-city.html 

CHAPTER II- THE SEA RETREATS

She knows she can’t blame இளமாறன் for all the happening. It wasn’t his fault. But whom does she really have to show her angry? To whom can she pour out all her anger? It has been him, for the past two years who has kept her company in spite of his busy schedule. They have walked through the lengths of River Cauvery a few hundreds of time. She never expected that he could leave her and go and suddenly. She have even heard her Brother-in-law warnings quite number of times that noble men are not trust worthy but she always have ignored him. One time he even tried to use her sister to speak him to convince her to marry fellow fisherman, but she plainly refused that she can’t think anyone other than இளமாறன் .

பூங்குழலி now sat in the sea shore, looking into the sea. The waves are coming roaring towards the sea shore. Sky was darker than usual. She wondered how times goes so soon when her love was nearby. Surprisingly no wind was blowing today, she wondered why? After losing her mother when she was born, and her dad has been taken away by the sea when she was child, all she had was her elder sister, her husband and their two children. She dint had any interest in her life until the two years. Everything changed when இளமாறன் came into this thrilling city. It was in these same shores she saved இளமாறன்’s life. What a dreadful event it was. Even thinking about that now made her spine shivering.

இளமாறன் has now walked past through the streets which are fairly wider than the previous ones. People were moving aside and greeting him while making path for him to move on. But he doesn’t seems to have noticed it. Just an year ago He and his elder brother வயமா சோழன் has raced through the same streets in their chariots as a part of இந்திரா விழா , இந்திரா விழா is to hail Lord Indira. King used to take up this festival each year at Puhar. During these festival days, புகார் will be decorated in all aspects. All the palaces, houses will be repainted. Floors will be polished with cow dung and large large kolams will be done in front of each house. People will be not be sleeping in these festival days. Full of dances, drinks everyone will be happy. In short புகார் will be in its full glory.

This year though none of them happened. Houses still looked shabby and people doesn’t seems to decorated their houses. He entered into a building which had so many horses tied to a wooden stags; there were swords and spears in heap looking like small hills. It looked like a small army cantonment. As இளமாறன் reached the entrance, a horse was waiting for him and he hung his back on its shoulders and started riding it. The horse seemed to have known his masters mood walked slowly through the streets than speeding over it. இளமாறன் saw the unusual cloudy black sky and the sun setting behind those clouds. As the horse moves away away he saw the Flag post and his flag which was embarked with a Ferocious tiger started fading away. With a last look at the city he turned back and gave his horse a small tap in its stomach, which now picked up speed started its journey west.

Life has been so good for இளமாறன், being the second child of King சென்னி இளகன், இளமாறன் soon excelled in sword fight, horse riding. At the age of 10, people used to gather around to see he and his elder brother practising sword. As he turned up into 16, he teamed with his elder brother to take his fight battle against ever revolting Pandyas. Battle was won but war?? Never could we say so. வயமா சோழன் Killed the Pandya King and took his head but இளமாறன் failed to chase down the then Pandya prince. Soon after returning from the battle he was sent to பூகார் to took its guard. Elder brother was officially ceremonted as இளவரசன் and remained at Uraiyur.

In the past two years at பூகார், he fell in love with பூங்குழலி. Being a daughter of fisherman, இளமாறன், was saved by her in the first month he arrived at பூகார், when he accidently slipped over a ship and fell into the sea. Though he had swam in Cauvery, which is a like a mother, smooth and laminar, Sea was just too much for him first time. What started as a swimming class turned into love. Being a second son of his father, The king, he knew there was no way of him becoming prince or king, which meant he does want to marry some princess in the name of politics. He chose to rather be like as a படை தலைவன் for this small army of soldiers stationed at பூகார் and to his love பூங்குழலி in this thrilling city of பூம்பூகார்.

Tragedy struk two months back. His Elder brother, வயமா சோழன் was cunningly pulled into the trap. Not knowing it was his death trap he falls prey into it. He went to a party arranged by one of the குறு நில மன்னன் on a honourary invitatation. In a night full of mysteries, his palace burnt consuming him alive. All the remains of his elder brother were handful of ashes. இளமாறன் knew that nothing other than cunningness and cheat can kill his brother. Everyone suspected Pandyas were behind it.  

Things happened so fast, having lost his elder son, King fell into death bead. Entire Chola kingdom mourned on the loss of their future king. For இளமாறன் it was a double loss. He lost his brotherand soon he is going to loss his love too. He was summoned to உறையூர்  and on a good day was fixed to proclaim him as the new PRINCE. Soldiers stationed all over the country were gathered and he too started his long journey towards உறையூர் from பூகார் to lead them against Pandyas, to crush them once and for all.

In the past two days things are not so good for Poonkulali. Sitting at the sea shore and watching the waves dashing into shores were her favourite past time all these years. Even today she did the same, but her mind was somewhere else. Today sea seemed to be so calm as if it was waiting for a something ferocious later on. Wind has just kicked in making the sea sand to rise up to form small whirls.  பூங்குழலி thoughts were rising on இளமாறன். She knew exactly what is going to happen. இளமாறன் will win the battle and will be married to a princess most probably to a Chera girl. Tears were flowing from her eyes. She looked up into the sea. This Sea has been her father since her dad left, though her sister dint give her any trouble expect for her sisterly love, பூங்குழலி has always missed her parents until for the past two years.

Her Thoughts were disturbed by her sister calling out her name. When பூங்குழலி turned to look at her sister, She was looking at the look the sea than towards பூங்குழலி. பூங்குழலி turned her head to see what her sister is looking so curiously at the sea.

When she turned back the SEA HAS RETREATED. 

To be continued.....

What will happen to பூகார்? Will பூங்குழலி survive? Will her love jooin? wait for the last and final chapter...

பூம்பூகார் - A Tale of Lost Love and a Drowned City

பூகார்

535AD-பங்குனி திங்கள் 2 ம் நாள்

Chapter-1

Mother Cauvery was running seamlessly so silent as if waiting for the right moment to strike. City of பூம்பூகார் was as usual buzzling with activity. The market street was immensely crowded as usual filled with all kinds of people from Chaulakyas, Arabs, Chinese and Greeks. Among the people who were walking through the street was a well-built person with broad shoulders. His broad forehead and the thegis in the face indicated that he must be from a race of nobles.  His long sword held in his hip with a handle so meticulously  sculptured with a symbol of Tiger in the one end and Symbol of sun on the other end indicated that he must be no less than a prince.

The city in which he was standing was called as பூகார் or Kaveripoompattinam, is divided into two halves called pattinapakkam & maruvoorpakkam. Pattinapakkam housed nobles, ministers and kings while maurvoorpakkam is the trading hub. Having located at the mouth of R.Cauvery, Poohar served as not only the valiant entry point into the Chola kingdom but an also as a natural harbour. It attracted ships from all over the world, traded with gold, silver, pearl, Silk, dry fruits whatever you could possibly get. Apart from the Trading Street, it also had mansions for traders, houses of fisherman and other people who reside and work in the port.

As we move along the streets we see this young man walking through the streets as if he hails from this city from the childhood. At a busy intersection, he takes a quick right turn and enters into a uncrowded street and walked through end of it, to reach banks of Mother Cauvery. She(R.Cauvery) was glistening like gold as the rays of sun reflects on its surface in that cozy evening. The Sun has just started to settle down into the sea to allow the silvery moon lit up the skies.

இளமாறன் sat on the banks of the Cauvery and lost himself in a seaful of thoughts. There are quite a few thoughts running in his mind. He had been living a peaceful life until last two months. He was just relishing how he and his girl were happily speaking and spending the time two months back on the same banks. Life has just turned him upside and fate is gonna ruin his life no sonner than he has expected.

His thoughts were however disturbed by sounds of silver beads beating with each other at a distance. To him it was rather a music than a sound, which has mesmerised him ever since he has came to Poohar. As he turned his head towards the direct of the sound, he saw a gorgeous looking babe, with a curvy body as a mermaid, hairs following all the way upto her bottom slowing walking towards him. She was fresh in that dull afternoon, warped in a piece of cloth around her streamlined body, with a face so bright that we will not be able to differentiate a lotus flower if it is kept to her. She had all the beauty of a princess except for the look that she is not wearing any gold jewels but a necklace made up of sea shells and a silver anklet which suggested that she must be a common woman.

Time seemed to have on stand by. Both of them dared to speak first. Finally it was இளமாறன் who broke out the silence.

“நான் இன்று உறையூர் புறப்படுகுறேன் பூங்குழலி...”

“ஹ்ம்ம்...”

“நான் எப்போது திரும்பி வருவேன்  என்று எனக்கு தெரியாது”

“ஹ்ம்ம்...”

“என்ன நீ நான் என்ன சொன்னாலும் ஹ்ம்ம் மட்டும் சொல்கிறாய் பூங்குழலி..  என் மீது கோவம்மா??”

“தங்கள் மீது கோவப்பட நான் யார் ? பாண்டிய நாட்டு இளவரசிய என்ன?”

“Poonkulali நீயே  என்னை  புரிந்து  கொள்ள  விட்டால்  நான்  என்ன  செய்ய  முடியும் ?”

As he turns his head to see her for the first time, he saw her, rather her eyes to be exact which was now covered with all her tears.

பூங்குழலி  நீ ஏன் இப்பொது  அழுகிறாய்?  

அழுவதை இன்றி என்ன செய்ய? இந்த அறியாத பெண்ணை  ஏமாற்ற முடியும் என்று நினைதிர்களா ?

நான் என்ன செய்ய முடியும் poonkulali. என் நிலைமை அப்படி.

காதலித்தவளை கைவிடுவது தான உங்கள் சூழ்நிலை ??

என்னால்  என்ன செய்ய முடியும் பூங்குழலி?

என்னை காதலிக்க முன் இதை பற்றி எல்லாம்  யோசித்திருக்க வேண்டும்.

இப்போது கூட நான் உன்னை காதலிக்கிறேன் poonkulali.
என்னை ஏமாற்றியது போதும் இளவரசே.தயவு செய்து என்னை விட்டு விடுங்கள். ஒரு புரதவர் மகளான நான் அரச குமரனை காதலித்து இருக்க கூடாது தான் .

After a few minutes of silence she can hear footsteps moving away from her. When she got enough courage to turn, she saw இளமாறன் in a distant, walking away from her forever….