லீலை, நஞ்சு - கடிதம்

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அன்புள்ள ஜெ,

தன்னிச்சையான செயல்கள் என்று ஒன்று உண்டா அல்லது அது ஆழ்மனதின் வெளிப்பாடா? தர்க்க ரீதியாக பார்த்தால் நம் செயல்களுக்கு நாம் பொறுப்பேற்க வேண்டும். ஆனால் அனைத்து செயல்களிலும் தர்க்கம் இருப்பதாக தெரியவில்லை. காலத்தின் ஒரு புள்ளியில் ஒரு தன்னிச்சையான செயலில் எப்படி வாழ்க்கை முழுவதும் மாறி விடும் என்பதற்கு லீலாவும், 'நஞ்சு'வும் ஓர் உதாரணம் என்றே தோன்றுகிறது.

உலகில் அனைவரும் எப்போதுமே ஒரு விடுதலைக்காக காத்திருக்கிறார்கள். அந்த காத்திருப்பும் எதிர்பார்ப்பும் இல்லை என்றால் மனிதனுக்கு செய்வதற்கு ஒன்றுமே இல்லை. அது சின்ன எதிர்பார்ப்பிலிருந்து மிகப்பெரிய இலட்சியங்கள் வரை பொருந்தும். லீலாவிற்கு வறுமையினிடமிருந்து, 'நஞ்சு'விற்கு பிடிக்காத கணவனிடமிருந்து.

அதே சமயம் உலகில் அனைவரும் எப்போதும் ஒரு பொருளை அடைய செயல்படுகிறார்கள். விடுதலை வேட்கை தூண்டியதால் பொருள் மீது நாட்டமா  அல்லது பொருள் மீது கொண்ட பற்றால் விடுதலை மீது வேட்கையா. இந்த இரண்டும் ஒன்று தானா இல்லை வெவ்வேறா? லீலாவின் பொருள் பற்றும் 'நஞ்சு'வின் காதல்/காம பற்றும் அவ்வாறே என்னால் காண முடிகிறது.

லீலாவின் சோகத்தைக் கேட்டு உரப்பன் வருந்தியது அவளின் உண்மையான கஷ்டங்களை எண்ணி என்பதைவிட , அவன் அவள் துன்பத்துக்கு தன்னால் ஒன்றும் செய்ய முடியவில்லை என்ற தன்னிரக்கத்தாலே அதிகம் வருந்தினான். அதனாலே அவள் நாடகம் தெரிய ஆரம்பித்தபின் அவன் தன் இயலாமையிடம் விடுதலை அடைந்து, உதட்டில் ஒரு பும்முறுவல் பூத்தான்.  இது ஒரு ஆழ்மன நாடகம் என்றே எனக்குப்படுகிறது. இரு மனங்கள் தாங்கள் பேசி உறவாட சில செயல்களை அது நம்மேல் தன்னிச்சையாக செய்ய வைக்கிறதோ.

'நஞ்சு' காரில் விசும்பியதை ஒரு நாடகம் என்றும் அதற்குள் தான் ஒரு கதாபாத்திரம் என்றும் உணர்ந்த அவன், அவள் மேல் தீராக்  கோபம் கொண்டதும், அவளின் நினைவு அடிக்கடி வந்து சென்றதும், அவளை மறுபடியும் எதேச்சயாக  பார்க்க நேர்ந்து, அவளை துரத்தி அவன் தன் சந்தேகத்தை கேட்டு தெரிந்து முடித்து, அவளை தொட்டதும் அவள் தன் மார்மீது விழுந்ததும் ஒரு தற்செயலா. இல்லை ஆழ் மனக்கனவா.  அந்த கனவு நடந்ததனால் தன் எண்ணத்தை அவன் உணர்ந்து திரும்பி சென்றானா. இதில் யார் நஞ்சு?

மனித உணர்ச்சிகளின் வெளிப்பாடாக தினம் வரும் ஒவ்வொரு சிறுகதையும் ஒரு கலை பொக்கிஷமாகவே நான் உணர்கிறேன்.

 

சீட்டு - என் பார்வை

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சீட்டு சிறுகதையை வாசிக்க கீழே உள்ள சுட்டியை தட்டவும். 
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பெண்-ஆண் உறவுகளின் சமரசங்களை உள்ளடக்கிய கதை. மனிதனுக்கு உணவும், உறக்கமும் நன்றாக கிடைத்த பின் அவன்/அவள் ஏங்குவது இந்த உறவுக்காகத்தான். இச்சிறுகதை  இரு அம்சங்களை மேலே தொட்டு அதன் ஊடே ஒரு பெரிய கலந்துரையாடலை தன்னுள் நிகழ்த்த இட்டுச் செல்கிறது.

உமையாளுக்கும் அழகப்பனுக்கும் இருக்கும் நெருக்கம் பற்றி அலுவலகத்தில் அனைவருக்கும் தெரிந்ததே. இருவரும் அதை தாங்களே பேசிக்கொள்ளவில்லை என்றாலும், அவர்களுக்கும் அது மனதிலே இருந்தது. கிட்டத்தட்ட இருவரும் திருமணம் செய்து கொள்ளப்போவது நிச்சயம். இந்த மாத சீட்டுப் பணத்தை உமையாள் எடுக்க வேண்டும் என்று நினைத்தாள். அழகப்பனோ நாராயணன் அதை எடுக்க போவதாக சொன்னான். ஒருவேளை சீட்டு ஏலத்தில், அவர் ரொம்ப கீழே இறங்கி கேட்டால் உமையாளுக்கு நஷ்டம்.

அழகப்பன் தன்னுடைய உயரதிகாரியை சந்தித்துவிட்டு வரும் வழியில் உமையாளும், நாராயணனும் சிறிது பேசிக் கொண்டு இருப்பதைப்  பார்த்து ஒரு விதமான மனச்சோர்வும், ஒவ்வாமையும் அடைகிறான். அது அவனை அடுத்த இரண்டு நாட்களுக்கு ஒரு உலுக்கு உலுக்கியது. அவன் மனம் அந்த காட்சியில் இருந்து வெளியே வர முடியவில்லை. உமையாள் அவனைத்தேடி அவன் வீட்டு வந்ததும், அவளுடன் அவன் உடல் ரீதியாக மிகவும் நெருக்கம் அடைந்த பின்னரே அவனால் சற்று நிம்மதி அடைய முடிந்தது.

சீட்டு பணம் தன் அண்ணண் மனைவியின் அப்பாவின் மருத்துவ செலவிற்கு தேவைப்பட்டதால் தான் இந்த மாதமே எடுக்க நினைத்தாள். ஆனால் அவள் அம்மா, தன மருமகளின் சகோதரர்கள் தான்  அவர்கள் அப்பாவுக்கு செலவு செய்ய வேண்டும், நாம் எதற்கு செல்வு செய்யணும் என்று சொன்னனதால், அந்த சீட்டு பணத்தை ராமச்சந்திரன் எடுப்பதாக முடிவாகியது.  அழகப்பனின் குடும்பத்திற்கு வேண்டியப்பட்டவர் ஒருவருக்கு  அவசரமாக பணம் தேவைபட்டதால் அவனின் அம்மா அதை உமையாளிடம் கேட்கச் சொல்லி அவனிடம் சொன்னாள். அவன் அதை உமையாளிடம் கேட்கும் போது, அவள் ராமச்சந்திரனிடம் சொல்லி விட்டதாக சொன்னதரற்கு, அவன் அவளை அவனிடம் 'நைசாக' பேசி சீட்டை தனக்கு விட்டுத்தரும்படி சொல்லச் சொன்னான்.

இங்கே இரு நுட்பமான ஆழமான மனித உறவுகளின் சமரசங்களை காண முடிகிறது. அவள் இன்னொருவரிடம் குழைந்து பேசுவதனால் மிகவும் ஒவ்வாமை கொண்ட அவன், இறுதியில் அவனே அவளிடம் அதை செய்யச் சொல்வதற்கான காரணத்தை ஆராய்ந்தால் மனித மனம் எல்லா  தருணங்களிலும் வெவ்வேறு வகையாக செயல்படுவதை காணலாம். அவன் முதலில் மனம் சோர்ந்தது, அவன் அவள் மேல் கொண்ட ஒரு வகை obsession என்றே எனக்கு தோன்றுகிறது. எங்கு அவள் தனக்கு கிடைக்காமலே போய் விடுவாளோ என்ற பயமும், தன்னால் அவளை கவரவே முடியாதோ என்ற அவநம்பிக்கையினாலே அவனால் நிம்மதி கொள்ள முடியவில்லை. அவர்கள் இருவரும் உடலால் மிகவும் நெருங்கியபின் அவனுக்கு அது ஒரு மிக பெரிய தன்னம்பிக்கையை கொடுத்தது. அவன் அவளை அவன் ஆட்கொள்ளும் ஒரு பொருளாகவே அவனால் உணர முடிந்தது.

எல்லா உறவுகளுக்கும் ஒரு சாமரம் இங்கே தேவை படுகிறது. முக்கியமாக ஆண் - பெண் உறவிற்கு. அவள் தனக்கு வேண்டிய காரியத்தை நைசாக சாதித்து கொள்ள நினைப்பதில் எந்த ஒரு குற்றமும் இல்லை என அவளை நினைக்க வைத்தது ஒரு சமூகத்தின் செயலே. அது மட்டும் தான் வழி என்று அவள் நினைப்பதும் ஒரு சமூக அவலச் சித்திரமே. அந்த சமரசத்தோடே நாம் வாழ கற்றுக் கொண்டு விடுகிறோம். நாட்கள் செல்ல செல்ல அது ஒரு சமரசம் இல்லை, அது தான் வாழ்க்கை முறை என்றும் நமக்கு பழகி விடுகிறது.

தன் அப்பாவிற்கு மகன் தான் செலவு செய்யணும், மகள் வீட்டார் செலவு செய்ய கூடாது என்று சொல்லும் ஒரு அம்மா.  தன்  குடும்ப கஷடத்துக்காக மருமகளிடம் பணம் கேட்டு பாரு என்று இன்னொரு அம்மா. இவர்கள் இருவருக்கும் இடையில் தான் இந்த சமூகம் சுற்றிக் கொண்டிருக்கிறது. இதை வெறும் குடும்பச் சிக்கலாக இல்லாமல் ஒரு சமூக சிக்கலாகவே எனக்குப் படுகிறது.

சற்றே யோசித்தால், இந்தக் குடும்ப அமைப்பில் தான் நாம் பல நூறு ஆண்டுகளாக வாழ்ந்து கொண்டு இருக்கிறோம். ஒரு வேலை இந்த அமைப்பு தான் மனிதன் தானே அமைத்துக் கொண்ட ஒரு உச்ச நிலையான அமைப்பு. இதில் பல்வேறு சிக்கல்கள், இன்னல்கள் இருந்தாலும்  இந்த குடும்ப சமரசத்தில் தான் மனிதன் ஒரு வகையாக நிம்மதியாக வாழ முடிகிறதோ!

அன்புடன்,
பிரவின்

A Revolution in the Offing

   I have never been a part of any revolution, not even experienced the emotion behind any. Not even during the protests for the huge scams or the recent monumental mismanagement by the government. Whatever TamilNadu is witnessing for the past 3 days stirred something inside me. I never felt pride for anything. Not even for being born in this most beautiful country or having the mother tongue with a great history. For me Life is an Absurd thing. ABSURD as in Albert Camus novels. Culture was a joke to me and adhering to it is not making sense at all. May be even now I am still the same but a slight pinprick might have happened within and I am writing about that small prick of pain with the blood of pride that oozes out of me.
 
    People always protest for something, be it the governmental policies, the scams, the gruesome anti-national and social issues. But here is a protest that united thousands for saving a cultural thing. No, I haven't seen any Jallikattu game in real at any time and I don't think the tens of thousands of young people protesting day and night for the same have seen it either. But why are they fighting? What made them to throng the streets for the game which they haven't seen? I think I have somehow slightly felt the meaning of the line 'Any real sacrifice is a Mystery' in the Magum Opus Amitav Ghosh's Novel 'The Shadow Lines' by feeling these young protesters pulse. India, being as diverse as all the countries united together, had witnessed mass protests on in-numerous occasions and it had seen many darker times like the Emergency where the freedom of anything is strictly prohibited let alone speech. But this is a situation where a linguistic sect of people or a ethnic group protesting against the country which they are part of.

   The banning of something which was practiced for thousands or hundreds of years would make anyone revolt. And it is a well discussed topic that if something was practiced for centuries doesn't mean it would fit to current society. The same was conveyed by our Honorable Chief Justice last year during a proceeding of the Jallikattu case. The more rational and the so called intelligent people drew parallels for Jallikattu with the rigorous practice of caste system and sati. I don't have anything to even think of those analogies.

   There are many conspiracies around the involvement of foreign hands in banning the sport. I don't know much about that. If it is there or not is a different question that needs to be answered but even if it not there, why the people are not allowed to organize the sport? This is a curious question whose roots are tangled in the debate between the National Allegiance Vs the Cultural following. By making a sect not to follow their culture kills the very idea of India. Since the country is above all doesn't mean that the people will not protest anything against the country.

   How long it will go? What if the Supreme court of India will not allow the sport to be organized? What if Delhi betrays the People of TamilNadu by doing nothing in this matter? What options do the Tamilians have? Some of the media are already making analogy to the Arab Spring. This cultural upheaval is nothing short of that and I believe it is the foundation for something big. What about the student who got severely injured during the protests? What about the people who leaving their jobs aside and participating in this mega protests? For what they are fighting. Is it a freedom struggle? If so, from whom? Isn't their right to do what they want to do? If some one take away that right, then the consequences would be unimaginable. The strangling of a culture would have serious repercussions. Don't ever try to violate the right of what you are? I can't live as a different person but as me. The same applies to a culture. The culture to identify who you are. It can't be rationalized, it can only be felt emotionally. Some times, I would think all our so called developments in politics or science or whatever doesn't make any sense. At deep down, the world is ruled by emotions not logics and that doesn't mean we are illogical.

Let's hope for the best outcome!

அந்த காவிரி தான் பாயல
நம்ம காளையாவது பாயட்டும்!

வாழ்க தமிழ் வளர்க இந்தியா!!!

Keep Off the Grass

                                                           

         
Well. It has been sometime since I have written something. I have been wondering all the time whether I could write whatever that comes to my mind, But I am not sure I have endowed with those attributes. Writing is always a task that needs some passion from within. Some would have their own passion to go about that continuously but for me it is a momentous act. When I feel something and I wanted to write those, I lost that moment in the lethargic work of searching, opening and logging in the laptop and finally writing. The very thought of doing this feel like bullshit and anyways I would console later with myself that whatever I might have written would be a bull shit anyways. So, that's not a big deal and use that time to kill myself by having a fag than writing a shit and killing others.

Was reading the book Karan Bajaj's 'Keep off the grass'. The story of an American (Indian origin) in his mid twenties and a wall street investment banker leaving his job and came to India to seek happiness or find the underlying meaning of happiness. I was attracted by the first topic of the book itself 'The inherent meaninglessness of life'. Fuck, this is one fantastic adage for life. Although I have the same opinion about life but how could these fucking writers articulate their thoughts so perfectly and majestically and whatever the adjectives.

Samrat, the American banker turned IIM-B student want to find something that is always elusive and missing in his life. Isn't it for all of us the same thing, we always whine about that that some thing is missing in our life? He was always for the game since he boarded the flight from Kentucky, be it accepting the Grass from his co passenger and get stoned while driving through the busy roads in Bangalore or making friendship with the geek cum heavy stoner cum 'don't give a shit' attitude Sarkar or be it the patriotic, philosophical and ironically practical Vinod, the Ex Army officer in the IIM. The adventures and the foolishness of these 3 (Samrat, sarkar and Vinod)  makes the book.

The other characters in the book are mostly the Sarkar's IIM fellow students whose attitudes are Grades following, getting high profile jobs, pleasing the professors, shoving the book down the arse all the time and not knowing what is happening outside the world. Some what the book revolves around only 2 things chase Kaanja, take it and get stoned and do the idiotic or thrilling rides (I would prefer it as thrilling as I had done so many in life, of course not by having marijuana but after drinking, and every time I came back and woke up, I had thought no more craziness until it happens the next time) and blame the system for all the unhappiness around you.

The book is an enjoyable and a light read and many of us would relate our thoughts with the book's many articulations. I was so shocked when in a page, Samrat was telling to Sarkar '...see. I feel like I am not belonging here. I don't think I am belonging anywhere and I don't know whether it is because I am an American and brought up by Indian style in home so that I end up in belonging nowhere. Sometimes I feel like I am out of the cosmos and not mingling in and seeing everything from outside and I don't feel any love for anything. Ma, Pa, Friends, Family. I don't love anything and anyone. I am just living just like that'. These are one of the things I could relate to myself.

The book ends in the grasses (real grass as in garden) of Ruskin Bond, the very great Bond. Some how he convinced Samrat by answering the question of Samrat's 'Why is he living in India even though he was born British', 'The sense of belonging is the true happiness'. Fuck That!!!! I think I have  to travel through Himalayas and fuck random gypsies and get stoned almost all the time and after that also I don't think I would feel whatever you have told Mr Bond. I would preferably get a BJ with my GF (FUCK, this itself is a big task for me as I have to first find a girl and make her my GirlFriend and ask her for a BJ) and this itself making me sleepy. So Happy Night Guys. Happy Deepavali!!!!
Have a blast with whatever way you wanted to be.

And please keep off the grass!!!!!

காதலும் கடந்து போகும்

                                                         

'Kaadhalum Kadanthu Pogum' is one of the most beautiful movies I have ever seen which leaves me spellbound once the film is over. It depicts the most difficult things in life like unemployment, betrayal, love, ambition in a gentle and subtle way.

Yazhini is an ambitious engineering graduate who wants to live her life in her own independent way. Katiharavan is a foolish goonda who had been in jail for 5 years to protect his gang leader. When the cross roads of their lives meet, there evolves the naked raw emotions between them which people would take it as love, friendship or anything. Do we need to really define these emotions? I would probably leave those feelings as such.

The sole companion for Yazhini who has left her home and living in a unknown place is her next door neighbor Kathiravan. He was with her when she herself doesn't know that she needs someone as a companion. By being tagged as a rowdy she was initially skeptical and fearful about kathiravan. But when they started to talk, she came to know that he is very good at heart. she began to love this new feeling of her for him.

Kathiravan's ambition is to open a bar with the help of his leader. After all, he went to jail for him and he is expecting that he will help him by getting the license to open the bar. But, kathiravan started to feel that he was used by his leader as he is always procrastinating about the bar matter. He was wary about his girl next door Yazhini when she was moved in. By some curious and funny incidents they became close. He really enjoyed her talks when she was drinking and he was on cloud nine when they slept together after the booze without knowing for themselves. When Yazhini was asking him to come to her home and to fake as a network manager, the movie becomes more emotional. The dialogues and the scene in the temple between them in her home town is exceptional. Nothing special yet simple and splendid.

The relationship between people, either be a boy with a girl, a girl with a girl or a boy with a boy or whoever with whoever, will always start without having a definite name tied to them except the blood relationships. But for the sake of society and civilization, we are giving the name for the emotions like lover or friend or companion and then we would try to restrict our emotions to them based on the name that we have given to the relationship. Is it really necessary? When Yazhini was having drinks with kathiravan in his room, I don't think they have defined a relationship between them. Sometimes it is very good to be foolish and let the things happen its own way.

kathiravan has to fake like a interview candidate so that Yazhini would reach to the interview place in time and would take up the interview. The dialogues about the 'Opportunities in life' when he was caught faking the interview candidate is well written and is well executed by him. He has to choose between his own life and the life of a goonda under him. The decision he made and the implications of that decision and whether Yazhini got the job or not and whether they are happily married or not is the climax of the movie. Or whether all these things really happened or simply a dream.

The last scene of the movie is the best scene when the lead characters are smiling together for some unknown reason. What is the name of their relationship?  Do we really need to care about it? What is there in the fucking name? Let the viewer contemplate what they want to?

 Let the thread always dangle in the air and if we try to tie it to somewhere, one day or the other, it will always break off. Borrowing the words from Arundhathi Roy, "The civilization created the Love Laws that lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.”  Let's fuck that and untie all our threads. Kaadhalum kadanthu pogattum.

Layers of History

                                               

 
       Every second is a history to the following second. But we can't record the history of every second. The histories that are recorded in a film or in a book are the living versions of the past and they are the snapshots of that particular time and space. Whenever someone sees a film or reads a book, the history just relived in the minds of those people. And the history is also the subjective thing of the recorder of the events and obviously it is the perspective thing of the consumer of those recorded events. Putting it in a simple question, can we rely upon on the things that we read or see a recorded event of a time line? The answer is strictly NO. But I am afraid that we don't have any alternate way to know the past.

   It has been a wonderful journey through the lanes of Delhi in a reverse chronological order in the book 'City of Djinns' by William Dalrymple. It was like waking up daily and walking the same street but here the only difference is the time goes reverse. So, while I walk, the surroundings change drastically each passing day with the rise and fall of empires and kingdoms again and again and when I hit that time line beneath which I couldn't walk anymore as the recorded events were not there, I started retracing my steps only to find the same pattern of rise and fall of empires and kingdoms over and over again.If Time is Linear, why the same set of events (the only change being the participant of the events) happening in a circular pattern?

   Delhi. The City which is the powerhouse of Indian Polity and the center of power for around 1.25 billion people is the most cursed city in the world, I believe. It spilled more blood than any other city in the world in the recorded history in the struggle for power. As always to the any major city, Delhi lies on the banks of Yamuna, one of the main tributaries of the  River Ganges, one of the sacred river of the Hindus. Now, I am wondering Yamuna is so blood thirsty a river that she had drunk more blood than any other river in the world.

   The author started with the 90's life in Delhi in the 20th century and started spinning the wheel of time in the anti clockwise direction. The contrast between the Old Delhi and the New Delhi was so thick that the Old Delhi got struck in the past and the New Delhi was moving on. The surviving cultures of the Mughals and the beauty of the Urdu poetry and the people who are still speaking the pure Urdu are well illustrated. The lamenting of the Old Delhi wallahs against the new punjabi settlers, the complaining of the English people who stayed back after Indian Independence against the Indian Government, the loathing of different cultures and religions against one another seems to be because of the fact that everyone believed that Delhi belonged to them. But, Delhi never belonged to anyone but it is the other way around that everyone wanted to be a part of Delhi.

   The religious tensions between the people of Delhi were uncovered by the massacre of Sikhs in Delhi after Mrs Indira Gandhi was shot dead by her Sikh Bodyguards and  the riots that took place during the partition. A slight provocation in the name of religion could make the people to unveil their masks and show their original identity. Every faith and every kingdom wanted to change Delhi according to their beliefs. But Delhi never succumbed to anyone's.

   One of the best things that English left in India as their stamp is the Lutyens Delhi. This architectural wonder is the power house of India where the Parliament, President's House (Raisina Hill) and numerous high profile ministerial offices located. The anecdotes relating the Lutyens vision of creating a magnificent city in Delhi compared to that of European contemporaries were given precisely.

   The mutiny of 1857 and the subsequent destruction of Delhi's medieval structures by the British gives the real face of British. The writings of William Fraser, Metcalfe and the anecdotes about them gives us the glimpse of British's love for living in India with the then contemporary Indian Culture. The intricacies of the Mughal Buildings like the Red Fort, Qutb Minar, Jama Masjid, Nizam Ud din Tomb, Humayun Tomb etc were beautifully illustrated from the writings of those period's contemporaries. After  ShahJahan was dethroned and his third son Aurangzeb became the Emperor, the Mughal Kingdom started to deteriorate.

   The Eunuchs in Delhi during the Mughal period were patronized by the Royals and some of them were given high positions in the administrations of the kingdom. When the British recaptured Delhi after the mutiny of 1857, these Eunuchs were thrown out of the Royal buildings(like Red Fort) and now these eunuchs are living a life of shame and the current society sees them as Untouchables.

   The Kite festivals, pigeon fighting, poem recitals in Urdu, qawallis, nautch girls dances' are still happening in the alleys of Old Delhi. The dervishes, fakirs, scholars in Persian, Urdu, Arabic are diminishing day by day in Delhi. The city tries to erase the old memories and build a fresh one each passing day. The author got the help from one such scholar named Dr Jafferey who helped him to know the era of Shah Jehan(The golden period of Mughals), the beastliness and the splendour of the Red Fort, the philosophical debates regarding God in each religion, the legends of Khwaja Khazir, the myth of Djinns, the qawals, the faith of the dervishes etc.

   The Tughlaq's rule in Delhi was portrayed by the writings and anecdotes of Ibn Battuta. The city of Tughlaqabad and the subsequent Daulatabad in the Deccan were the capital's of Muhammed Bin Tughlaq. Every war, every conquest to capture the power in Delhi resulted in complete blood shed making the river Yamuna turning Red. It was like she always wanted to wear a Red Saree. During the conquest of Nadir Shah, 150 thousand people were massacred in a single day and this was the time where no furnaces were invented. Hitler would have ashamed of hearing that.

   The book contains majorly of Mughal history in Delhi and the subsequent British but only few glimpses are given to the other rulers. There were little information about Lal Kot, the capital of Rajas before the Sultans. The last few pages of the book captures the prehistoric period. The great war in Mahabharatha, the longest surviving Epic of the World, took place in Kurukshetra around the current Delhi. The authenticity of this Epic and the debates over this were given in the final pages. The family feud which erupted into a massive war resulted in millions of casualties. Delhi was destroyed and created continuously on the cost of thousands of lives. Every time it was destroyed, the blood spilled in Yamuna became a layer in her banks. Each layer formed under the banks of the river is the history of a civilization or a kingdom and She holds the innumerable layers of History. 

The lying Stones

   "What the fuck is this", Yazhini was screaming at her friends while seeing one of the ancient mysteries of the world, the Stonehenge. Her friends also couldn't get the rationale for making this haphazard structure as one of the  greatest civilization remains in the world.

   "This is what they call as one of the 'Prides of England'?, Crazy English People", Yazhini was laughing in a more sarcastic manner. They couldn't simply understand why a million people throng to this site every year. They felt they were duped. They couldn't digest the fact, that some stones which arguably didn't have any structure and have to be considered with an artistic value.

 

   Still the mysteries surrounding the stones are not yet resolved. Some of them are like, how the stones were carried from welsh mountains to the current place and what purpose that ruined structure exactly served. "But, So what? If some thing is unknown, should we have to assume that it is a great thing. That is insane.", Yazhini was arguing with herself. If these 20 to 30 stones structure is considered to be one of the great prides of mankind then the structures in her home country should be considered as the best.
 
   She came from a place of rich ancient culture and in that case, everyone in the world has their own culture and whether the culture is rich or low depends on the man totally who sees them. If the same kind of stones were there in her home country, will it get the same attention as that of now? The answer is fucking No. In her home country also, thousands of stones are there but each with rich artistic value of their own. "Art lies at the hands of the Artist", Yazhini was mumbling through her 2nd round of drinks. "What? What?", her friends asked. "They say that 'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder' but actually 'We see the art from the eyes of the creator. It is as if we are manipulated by the artist'", Yazhini's eyes were shining  through the bonfire. "Oh! Oh! We have some philosopher ass also here. So Nitya you tell me "If you see the dick of your boyfriend, What do you think?", everyone laughed their hearts out.

      "I feel the English lacks artistic sense and look at the way they market this place around the world. They are the kings in manipulating the minds of the people", Yazhini told in a very languid and sarcastic manner. "Watch out your tongue. You are on the same land", one of her friends spiked the venom in her glass of anger. "So what? Do you think we should accept all the non sense of these so called highly cultured people. You can call me a hypocrite. You know what, if I am a bitch, I will not open my legs for these primitive and retarded people", Yazhini told cheerfully. "And what is that exactly called, Professional ethics", her friends making merry with her and she is also getting into the lighter mood.

   "And Churchill was calling us the primitives. Poor Churchill was not aware of our artistic values. Long live the glory of Churchill and the Crown." And they rise their glasses for the final time of that night and telling cheers "To the Stones".