My father had dedicated his whole life for the service of the poor people .he was not interested in getting married. His aged parents and the local community he served forced him for marriage .at last he got married at the age of forty. I was the only result of their married life .we lived in village near by Chennai city .we had few acres of farmland .our small family was comfortable living out of our farmland. My father helped villagers with kind and his knowledge mostly about cultivating corps. Some time he helped in solving dispute with warring parties. In our village there were always problems with cast and religion .my father was down to earth person. Villagers gave him respect and valued his advises regardless of religion, cast or creed. He was a man of wisdom .he followed and preached two-ideology .one is Sree Narayarayan guru's way of life. One god. One religion for all mankind. He also believed in gandhiyan principles. Non violence and peace for all.
My parents were very affectionate towards me. At night my parents slept either side of me. My father told me bedtime stories form his memory. Ramayanam, Mahabharatham, Baghavath geetha, lord harish chandra, Lord Buddha. All the stories ended with Moral. At end of the story he would ask me about the moral of the story, so I had to listen carefully and answer him. If I did not get it right he would tell me the moral of story. When at times I fall asleep, .he will not disturb me, he will repeat me the same story next day. Later stage he told me about our freedom fighters like Rani laxmi bai, Bhagkth singh, Subbash chandra bose and Mahatma Gandhi. Later in my school days it helped me to score more marks in history. My father was also very much interested in science and technology. He used some of his knowledge to cultivate corps .it helped villages to save water and their corps.
Our villagers insist that my farther contest for the post of MLA but he was not interested in entering into politics. He only wants to help his villages with whatever way he can do within his limitations. Our villager wants proper electricity and better road conditions. They also want some of their problems to be solved through their representative. They found my father was the only qualified and ideal man for that .he was a graduate. At last my father agreed to contest .he was elected unopposed for the post of MLA. In those days there were no corruption (bribe system). Still some of the landlords tried to influence my father with money. Nothing can ever influence him He had always turned down such offers. To solve some of the problem he held meeting with warring parities and settled the dispute amicably. I think the result was his ability to negotiate successfully. That earned him good will of both warring parties. His judgements and anatical skill never went wrong.. He will always work on what is good for the villagers (public) and not for the individuals.
When I was a small boy I mixed freely with local boys .I had my share of fun with them. Like swimming in the pond or enjoyed paying football on a rainy day.
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some time we children goes to some one's farm to pluck mango or pomegranate, even though these fruits are available in our own garden. Just because my father was the head of the village committee most of the time I was let off. Other boys got sever thrashing from both sides. Later my father came to know about my misadventure and I was severely warned by him. He asked me to concentrate on studies and cut down on companies of bad boys. He told me he was keeping all hopes on me .he want me to became a good citizen and serve like him for our villagers, for that he wants me to study post graduation when I grow up.
Our house was like an open government office. Villagers came to our house almost round the clock with their problem .my father was always willing to help them. They always brought me parry's chocolates or some them brought fruits from their garden. They all pampered me a lot.
One of my cousin sisters came and stayed in our house .she studied near by school. . After she completed her fifth standard in her remote village there were no school for her to study further. My father spends money for her studies. She was five years elder to me, she helped me to do my home works. We were not great friends. After all she is a girl. I like the company of my friends. There is lot of fun and adventure with my age of boys.
One day I took her science textbook when I was studying in my seventh standard. She was doing her graduation course in botany as main subject at the time. For a seventh standard student botany was only a part of general science. . In her textbook there was too much in details when comparing to my textbook. She helped me in studying botany subject. I was able to score more marks. . My science teacher was very much impressed with my knowledge in botany. She allowed me to take botany class. One day I took my sister's textbook and went to school .I had drawn the figure of a leaf and want on to explain in minute details; more than what our text book had permitted. My teacher and classmate were very much impressed with my explanations. My sister complained it to my father that she missed her textbook. She went to her friends' house to study botany subject. At home my father was waiting for me. He asked me whether I had taken my cousin' textbook. I said "No. I had not taken ". He checked my school bag and found her textbook inside the bag. I told a simple lie. But he got very angry. I had never seen him get angry with me like that before. He always warned me .He took out his thick leather belt and started beating me severely, my mother tried to stop him but she also got some beatings. As my father went on beating me he asked me."Why did you tell lies to me "? I said a simple lie .no harm was done .I don't know why he went on beating me like that. Like any other boy at the age of thirteen I did not run away from the scene. Physical pain I can always bear it, if I am emotionally hurt it stays with me for a lifetime. After some time he finished beating me. As walked towards the kitchen he told me " you might forget the beating…" I looked down on my legs. Below the shorts there were thick red stripes all over my legs. It gave me burning sensation and the pain was unbearable. I did not cry .he came back from the kitchen with a big hot stainless steel spoon. He stretched out my right arm and paced it on my forearm. " for ever you will remember this." after that I found there was a swearing ceremony. I had to hold my parent's feet and promise that never in my life time I will tell lies…. I did just what I was asked to do and how I was asked to do … the burnt skin mark was there for very long years. Now it is no more visible.but it left a deep wound in my young heart .my mother cried for me…
I went and sat under the big mango tree and started thinking. …"What if I run away from home.".? Some time I ask my mother for money to eat at hotel. Some special sweets that we do not make it at home. Some times she gave me fifty paisa or one rupee. When I sit and eat at the hotel I had noticed small children working for hotel. About eight or ten years old working for twelve or sixteen hours just for food. They are supposed to be studying…. I was not sure whether they do all the hotel work like cleaning table, moping and washing of dishes all because of poverty or because they choose to just ran away form home. Such children have no other option left .I think either it is because of their fate (poverty) or because they chose their fate. (They decided to run away from their home).
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I imagined me in that poor boy…. My conscience told me that I will became one among them if I run away from home. Just for food working fourteen to sixteen hours per day. At home I have food .my father is spending money for my studies; all I had to do is to obey my father and study well to come up in the life…. I had decided not to run away from my home…
Even when I was studying seventh standard I used to sleep between my parents. That day I tried to sleep separately. My father asked me to sleep next to him. I thought not to antagonize him any more .I went and slept my same place .he then started preaching me…. He told me that lord Harish Chandra never told lies in his lifetime. He will even give his head for telling truth! Father continuded "even if you tell hundred lies; you can not make one wrong thing into right. You will end up telling more lies than truth. . When you tell truth. Your conscience is clear…. Tell the truth and face the World! …. He did not repent but he asked me whether it hurts me or not (may be he wants to make sure.) .I told him
" No; but I will remember it for the rest of my life ". He taught me one simple lesson in his own way .He might have been a content man. In the dark I could not see his face. (Later in my life I found it difficult; at times impossible to prove others that I am telling truth. When you can not prove that you are telling truth; people don't trust you any more. Now when some one tells you lie by swearing it you will think he/she is telling truth! . You do not suspect him / her. Only to find some other day he had lied to you. If the person happen to be known to you it hurts your feelings but not his feelings.times have changed. But I still do not tell lies.) I did not go to school for two days. With the stripes marks on my legs Children at school will make fun of me.
After my father became MLA there were visible development in our village .we had new street lights and better road conditions .my father had not change with his new post .he was still helping his villagers .a small government hospital was opened in our villages. Previously villages had to go all the way to Chennai City for treatment.
After completing my seventh standard my father got me admission in a prestigious school at Chennai. in those days It was a one long journey from our village. . I enjoyed going to the new school. Comparing to our village school, standard of education was very high. I had new friend at school. Some of the kids were from rich family. Even though I was good at sports and studies. I was influenced by those kids. Some of them took to L S D, ganja and other boys we having affair with boys! Homosexuality and some went to prostitutes! Hardly fourteen or fifteen years old boys. They want to prove that they are young studs! . Most of them started smoking in the after noon lunch time. At times they went to bathroom in class hours to have few puffs. I was not into any of these things. In those days it was fashionable for young boys to imitate our notional hero or villain form Hindi movies. I tried my best to avoid them but due to peer pressure I had tried few puffs. Only few puffs and I was longing for smoke. Carving for smocking was tooo much. I was worried that I will became addicted to cigarette smoking .I was scared. Most of the days somebody will bring foreign brand cigarettes. Rothmans, Dunhill or Marlboro Packets. They all shared it. I saved one cigarette for the next day. (Sunday). After lighting the cigarette from the kitchen I went to toilet to smoke. Toilet was away from our house, about twenty feet. That was how it was constructed in olden days .my cousin sister got the scent of the cigarette. When I came back she told me I smelled cigarette .she asked me to blow the air. Which I did."You are only studying eighth standard, now itself you started smoking…I will tell your father…" I begged her not to tell my father .I had promised her that I will never smoke. When my father came back she told my father that I had smoked cigerettee.he had meted out the same treatment .he treated me passionately. Treatment ended with same swearing ceremony. Only I had to change few words. This time it ended some thing like this." that I will never smoke in my life time…." I had realized my mistake .I should not have smoked at a young age. (Later in my life I was addicted to cigarette smoking but that incident had noting to do with me).
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Later at night when I was sleeping next to my father he told me some thing that would have made an impact on any budding smoker. My father's eldest brother was a farmer. They had their own land .he used to smoke Beedies. (Poor man's cigarettes) later stage he had troth cancer .his wife used to feed him liquid diet with funnel! Other wise food will come out through the hole in the troth. After seeing this, my grand dad had asked my father to promise not to smoke in his lifetime. My father had promised him and he kept his promise till his death. My father had no other bad habit .No drinks; no smoking; no womanizing; no pan; no beetle nut or gambling habits. The other two other things I admired about my father were; he never took bribe; he always fought for justice and he always told truth. May be not all the truth.
In later years my father became MP of the ruling party. He was an able do-good thing for his villagers. Even in Delhi his ruling party valued his ideology. Regardless of north or south they all respected him because of his age and the service he had rendered to the party and publics at large .his true gandhiyan sprit brought ' separatist' (dissidents) elements under his control. Because of his effort ruling party became on of the formidable force in the political India.
After completing my senior secondary high school education my father asked me what I want to become in the future. I told him…
I…."Dad you are my role model. I too want to serve the public. I will study political science."
Dad…" In the olden days people entered into politics to dedicate their life for serving country men.now it is power politics.it is not good for you my dear son. "He had advised me .he continued 'the day I had to compromise on my ideology and principles I will quit my post. Being an M P. I can do good things for our people; that is the only reason I am here…our young Prime Minister is doing good things for the country. He even consulted me on certain issue .he respect my opinions. We discussed about Kashmir issue, terrorism; Sri Lanka's ethnic strife…" I had interrupted my father.
I." Dad if it is power politics then I want to study Political science."
Dad…." Ajay .it has nothing to do with political science. It is money and power that runs the system."
I…" I thought political science will teach me how to run the country…" I was bit confused .I thought it will help me to learn how the political system works. Here it seems political science has nothing to do with political system. Dad .I want you to do more good things for the public with our portfolio. I want to protect you from terrorist. I want to become a commando and server for you."
Dad…." You better study C.A or something like that and settle down in your life. To me serving for the public is a way of life. You grand father too helped people in the villages. "
I…." Ok Dad. I will study Political science for my graduation certificate. I will try to join commando force. I feel it is my duty to protect you …days by day new terrorist groups are forming. Your security is my primary concern.'
Dad…." Don't worry about me. I have security cover for me."
At last my father agreed to me to join Political science for my graduation. A suicide bomber from Sri lankan separatist in chennai.suburb killed our young prim minister. The vedio clipping was repeatedly shown over the national net work. I was worried about my father's safety. Young prime minister's wife was asked to became prime minister of India but she was not interested to become prime minister .she was more concerned about the safety of her children. Since she turned down the Prime Minister's post who will became Prime Minister of India? this question was in every body 's mind. There was lot of horse-trading and pressure to succeed our late Prime Minister. After Madam had turned down Prime Minister's post, finding a future Prime Minister became a problem. Our late Prime Minister's wife (she was known as Madam in political circle) became executive chairman of national ruling party. She wields enormous amount of power in the ruling party. In fact she was known as remote control of the party. Every final decision was taken with her approval. Madam found Mr. Mahadevan was only person suitable for the post.
******************Rest of the story explains how AJAY became youngest Prime Minister of India .How he Handles some of the most complex problems like terrorism in Indian and also from cross border terrorism. how he track down his fathers killer in our neighboring country. He even recreates Kargil part -2 for his diabolic plans. Actions take places at Chennai, Delhi, Karachi, Across the LOC and a terrorist camps in Pakistan are some of the high lights.*********************************
In fact it was already over. Only few other place small skirmishes were taking place all along the LOC… We had surrendered tiger hill and captured every body involved in the misadventure … only hand full of army men rest of them jihads and different group of terrorist organizations…my expectation went wrong. Major did not bit the dust. He turned out to be a smart Major …now he will claim they (those army men captured by us) men are disgruntled army men! He never acknowledged terrorists Publicly. So he will wash off his hand. U.S.envoy went to Pakistan to pacify Major …I had competed my task.still I could not expose Major's double-dealings in front of international community.
I am still willing to shake hand with him provided he close all terrorist camps along the LOC. And sign extradition treaty.opening boarders with India for business and people to people interaction. This will help to remove suspicion and bring people from both countries together. I confident that the day Pakistani government give up supporting Kashmir terrorist will bring peace in our region….
(Terrorists are supported in the name of Kashmieri freedom fighters). Gradually people from both countries will isolate terrorists and terrorism will have a natural death…
. (THE END)
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