Adhavan (24): The Formation of an Objective

Chapter 23: The Formation of an Objective

Question not other's flaws, but yours.

Translation

Roaring tiger, elephant, leogryph, lion such

With a flower stalk, we will make them serve us;

We can even make great powerful gods

Play with us. Oh snake! Dance to it!

—Siddhar Pampatti Song (034)

Though the first day of the waning moon looks similar to the full moon, can it be considered as the full moon? Obviously it isn’t so, but both are expressions of the same moon, in truth, every day of its phase, every night, irrespective of it being a gibbous or a crescent, it appears with its unique face, an identifiable, recognizable, measurable one, that can be seen very well with the naked eyes, so can we rightfully say that moon changes its shape every day? Don’t we see it waning? Don’t we see it waxing? Then, as per the logic, if only what we see is true, as per the meticulous observation, the moon wanes and waxes periodically, isn’t it so? Now, can we become the universal masters and proclaim with arrogance, make an incorrect statement, “Based on facts, provided by normal human beings with normal sight, the moon transforms each and every day, every moment, periodically.” Can we say so? Is it true? Just because we make a stupid statement will the moon transform to comply with our statement? Can we change nature with our statements? Are our words so powerful to change nature? Will it? Or is it our perception that changes each day? Is it because I see the moon waning, so it wanes? Is it not equivalent to saying, 'I think I am dying, so I die'? Are these reasons not stupid enough to mislead us from the truth? Then, in ascertaining truth, if we negate sight and perception, as both can delude us from the truth, what do we have? How do we know what is true? Of course, there is truth, in what we see, as well as in our perceptions, but is it the grand one? Is it the solemn one? Is it the absolute one? Well, for convenience sake, irresponsibly, in order to believe only what we see, if we assume that moon transforms its shape each and every day, then our assumptions are very much wrong, indeed a blasphemy, so can we say that there is no truth in what we see, against a widely accepted phenomena that only what can be seen is true, if we do so, then again, its fallacious, then what is truth? In certain cases, only what we see is true, in some other cases, it is not so, then, how do we reach a consensus amidst such varying notions? This is something similar to the case, 'the earth is flat'. How did the first man ever say, 'the earth is not flat'? If that first man, would have vehemently believed or got emotionally mixed up with the incorrect statement, 'the earth is flat', as the solemn truth, if he would have not questioned its validity, would he have discovered the sublime truth that exists today? If no one has questioned the beliefs that existed in the past, will we not still be believing that 'the earth is flat', 'the sun rises in the east', 'the moon wanes and waxes periodically', and so on? What courage they had, to question the socially accepted norms? What passion they had, to counter argue the globally accepted truths that indeed were not truths unless they were discovered so in later stages? So if you are sincere and passionately driven, the best way to find out the truth is, to question everything that you believed in, everything you held on to, everything that you think is right, everything; from life to death, heaven to hell, god to no god, sex to sanctity, everything, every fine thing, even question the need for questioning, break every single thought fragment hanging onto yourself, onto your beliefs, be it god or no god, question it, see it for yourself, nothing else will satiate your quest, not my words, not anyone’s word, but the truth alone, the absolute truth, not the fragmented ones, not the perceptions, not the senses, not the words in your scriptures, not your father’s word, not your mother’s belief, not your leader’s words, not your hero’s deeds, not even your own ideas, question everything, every basic thing, question them all, question, keep questioning, keep scrutinizing, not others, but yourself, not things, but your mind, not other's flaws, but yours. Question. Question oneself to know thyself.

Whatever phase the moon is in, it has always been beautiful and inviting, is there a man out there who have never admired the moon? Such was a pleasant night their horses were racing, like wild, untamed beast on hunt, they sped for four hours together towards west with intermittent breaks, soon they reached a humble dwelling, surrounded by a pond, and a beautiful farm, as they entered the long straight pavement, their horses started trotting, and a very old man came out with a burning torch, trying to figure out, who the uncultured visitor is, who dared to disturb them at such an odd time, but the moment the old man realized it was Poncetuceni who was approaching them, he immediately fell to his knees, bowed to him, and spoke facing the ground:

“Sir, you should have sent for me, you can’t risk your life by coming here all alone?”

Poncetuceni immediately alighted his horse, ran to him straight, lifted him up by the shoulders and whispered smilingly:

“Get up. Let not your reverences expose us. Treat us the way you will treat your sons. Please. I beg you, it will raise suspicion, it will even disclose our identities, please.”

By the time, few more heads have come out of the hut, the old man was shivering, and while trying to calm down his breath, he exclaimed in whispers:

“Ah! Sir, how will I treat you in my humble dwellings? Where will you sleep? What will you eat?”

Poncetuceni put his arm around the shivering old man’s shoulders, guided him towards the hut, rubbing his shoulders, easing his anxieties, he said:

“We don’t need food, you know well why I have come here? So out of love, I order all of you, to go inside the hut and sleep peacefully, until the first strokes of the sun. Me and my man will take turns guarding your house today, if it so happens, that one of us need a bit of sleep, we will very much sleep on the lap of mother nature, trust me, we are men of woods, there isn’t any need to make a big fuss about it. Please. The respect you show us might even get us killed, so please take my order, go in now, we will see in the morning.”

As they closed in, other curious heads recognized him and hid themselves behind the doors, they were all so excited and nervous by his presence, but to all their dismay, Poncetuceni shoved the old man inside the hut and closed the door. Only then, he realized that Killivalavan was standing in the pavement, holding on to both their horses, not knowing whether to follow him or to wait for him. He signalled him to bring the horses, then they together, looked for a good resting area, where they can tie the horses, feed them and water them, as they were going through it, Poncetuceni asked him:

“Will you mind sleeping on the hard grounds?”

Killivalavan said:

“No, I don’t, even if you want us to be awake the whole night, I will be glad to do so.”

Once they were done with attending to their horses, they came back with their saddles and their luggage, looking out for a place to keep their things safe, though the hut had a large veranda, over which 4 people could easily stretch their bodies, it was packed tight with fishing nets, stacks of hay, sacks of grains, a few pickaxes, a plough, something stuffed into small wooden boxes and many more that were not clearly visible in the moonlight, as well as from the dull light given off by the dull lamp, placed on the triangular carving made on the wall, next to the door. Tired, looking out for a spot to keep their things over, they finally placed it right on the pavement, right before the hut, under the shades of the dark clouds and dropped themselves dead on the hard grounds, slowly, they stretched their legs, eased their muscles, massaged their sore backs, rested flat on the hard ground with their saddles as a headrest, with their things and weapons being securely placed by their sides. Owing to the tiredness born out of the long journeys, sleep took over them the moment they closed their eyes and they drifted into a long, peaceful, sound sleep, without any worries of the future nor the present.

It was hours before sunrise, still the setting moon was clearly visible in the sky, and it was dark, out of that darkness, like an emerging moon, a very beautiful young lady, as fair as the snow and as soft as the morning dew, with a flawless skin, slender shoulders, slim waist and smooth wavy hip, walked softly, towards the sleeping Poncetuceni and Killivalavan, with a hand woven broom, made of coconut leaves and a copper pail full of water. Her name is Mathuranjanadevi, being the last and the seventh daughter of the family, it was her responsibility to water and dust the front yard, decorate it with beautiful patterns made of rice powder, known as kolam, but she was so irritated to see 2 hoodlums lying in front of her house, the last thing she wanted to see in the early morning hours, are those dirty, lazy, sleeping men. Unable to contain her frustrations anymore, she tapped Poncetuceni thrice with the wet broom and kicked Killivalavan hard over his shoulder, they both sprung upon their feet immediately and Killivalavan almost drew his Surul Pattai, but dropped it the same moment, on seeing the eternal beauty sculptured on the flawless beautiful face of the young lady standing right before him, she looked like a living goddess, a woman of exquisite beauty, a walking beautification, a mirrored form of the moon, her charm literally squeezed his heart, her dove shaped eyes pulled him magically, her sharp, delicate features, especially the fine jaw lines struck him hard like a lightning, he felt blank, immobilized like a prey, his bones literally melted in her presence, on the other hand, on seeing her so close, Poncetuceni was moved to tears, it was a very emotional, heart palpitating moment, tears of joy welled out of his eyes uncontrollably, he almost collapsed, his heart pounded thousand times faster, even his knees started shaking, he wanted to fondle her hair and kiss her forehead, just if a single woman can make these two great men shiver and quiver right before her, I wonder if there are anything women can’t accomplish in this world? On the contrary, she was neither moved by Killivalavan’s threatening Surul Pattai nor by Poncetuceni’s fearful stance, rather she shouted at them:

“Don’t you have any sense? How dare you both sleep in our front yard, right atop the pavement? Get up and leave you idiots, rush, I hate men who sleep like dumb-ass.”

She waved her broom stick at them and continued:

“If you both aren’t leaving now, I myself will whack your brains out, so pack your things and run for your life, now!”

In the fury, her eyes slowly rested on Poncetuceni, she continued to gaze at him piercingly, she felt an unexplainable liking for him, an intrinsic binding that she never felt with anyone, she felt sweet spasms in her heart, unable to contain her curiosity, hiding well her feeling, she asked him authoritatively:

“Have I seen you before? Do I know you?”

Poncetuceni was overwhelmed by emotions, he wiped his eyes, clasped both his palms and bowed to her with a sense of deep gratification. She unable to understand his odd behavior, looked at the man standing behind him, that rogue was openly staring at her, heartily enjoying her beauty, she felt her muscles twitch at the way he was looking at her, irritated and confused by the stare of the younger one and by the stupidity of the older man, she dropped her broomstick and almost ran into the hut.

To her surprise, there inside the hut, the old man, rather than chasing away the strangers, started shouting at her, soon afterwards, he came running to Poncetuceni, before he could say anything, Poncetuceni walked to him, wrapped him by the shoulders and whispered in his ears so softly that even Killivalavan can’t overhear it even if he wanted to hear them:

“Finally, I am seeing her after 5 long years, she has grown up into such a brave, beautiful women and the best part is, she doesn’t even recognize me and it is far better that way, whatever it might be, right now, I am happy, very happy, I feel like I am in the heavens.”

The old man replied:

“She doesn’t know it yet, when you left her to us, she was barely 2 years old, though you have seen her few at times after that, the last one was a very long gap, too long, hope you come often, she then at least will know you as my guest.”

Poncetuceni sighed and said:

“Yeah, you are right, but it was only for her safety that I kept myself away from her, it’s better and safer that way, for her to grow up like this. Every time I pass this region, my heart would ache to see her, but then, I would resist showing up, but this time it was too hard, so I checked in, by god’s grace, I was lucky enough to see her so close that too as the first thing in the morning, . Can you believe it, I just woke up and looked right into her beautiful face? What a blessed day god has given to me?”

The old mad sympathized:

“What a pity for a father to come and see his daughter in the guise of an unwelcome guest?”

As they were going towards the hut, Poncetuceni was thinking about the rare few glorious moments he had with her, struck by the truth of her nature, he laughed heartily and said:

“We almost had a hand to hand combat with her today, she has grown up into such a bold one!”

The old man replied:

“Lucky for you, she has left you unharmed, she must have had some good feelings about you, else she would have made you bleed. I personally made sure that she grows up to a brave one, but she has become too courageous, very bold, sometimes she is literally uncontrollable and unheeding, no one could stand her way, she has never feared anyone, there were also notable instances, where she has fought against a pack of wolves on her own, while guarding our poultry, but then, my fear is, which man will talk such a high-spirited, brave woman? You know, the words keep spreading around. Who will marry such a fearless one? Where will we go and find a good pair for her? She is already eighteen years old and we are late by years.”

The joy on Poncetuceni’s face subsided, he started brooding over the words, said by the old man, as an answer to it, his mind surfaced the assurance given by Siddhar Macham, it echoed in him, it soothed him, that was an inexplicable moment, which had a touch of both joy and misery to it, with that mixed feeling he entered the hut, Killivalavan followed them till the doorstep, but then, he preferred to wait outside, nearby the veranda.

The hut was simple, well-lit and warm, inhabited by compassionate and joyous hearts. Poncetuceni and the old man sat on the ground and conversed freely with the inhabitants, they all felt shy and hesitated to appear before him, but with due respect, one after another, they exchanged greetings, responded to his intriguing questions, wishes and appreciations, as only to fail his expectation, Mathuranjanadevi was not seen anywhere in the crowd, smilingly, he asked the old man:

“Where is that naughty girl who woke me up with a hard lash of the wet broom?”

He replied with a bit of frustration:

“Ah. Don’t ask me about that little brat, she is too mischievous for her age and all these people coddle her so much and treat her like a princess, she is spoiled to the core, every day, as she grows older, I expect her to calm down and act matured, conversely, she has become so rebellious and disobedient, these days, she oddly respects anyone, not even me. Today, I just pointed out her mistake and told her that she should not behave with strangers in an uncourteous manner that too without actually knowing who they are, and what they have come for, it must have really offended her, crying, she ran away into the wilderness, she still behaves like a kid, but in fact she is a grown up lady and must know well how to behave in such common, day-to-day situations.”

Before Poncetuceni could say a few words of consolation, almost everyone out there, started talking out for her, they altogether defied all of the old man’s grievances, one after another, they talked for her, defended her, in small means and ways they could:

“She is very young, such a beauty, she is just a kid, how could that old man expect us to be hard on her.”

“It’s that she is just being defensive, but her heart is so pure, she has never harmed anyone.”

“She is such a sweetheart, she could never be wrong, you people must have scared the hell out of her.”

“She is the most diligent and the most compassionate one, she could have not wronged.”

“Our old man always has a knack in finding a mistake with her, though she does everything so perfectly, it is just that they don’t get along well.”

“Can you tell us, which girl of her age will wake up at this point of time, water and clean the whole of the front yard, all by herself?”

“As far as I know, she had never missed a day out, she is always prompt in her doings.”

Poncetuceni was moved by the amount of love the whole family was giving to his motherless child, since he can’t allow any emotional outbursts before the group, he raised his hands and said:

“I like that girl, she is very sweet, there wasn’t anything wrong about her, it was our mistake to sleep right before the entrance, she just did what any cautious girl will do, that too for her age, it is fairly acceptable.”

The old man looked at him approvingly, some unspoken words passed between them, the understanding was clear, though the old man was hard on her even if he doesn’t want to, the whole family took to her side, they all loved and adored her, that was more than enough for Poncetuceni, he knew well, even he can’t give such a family-bonded, love filled, warm, hearty life to her daughter, even if he wanted to, even if he is free of all his duties. The unplanned instance really touched him deeply, at the verge of emotional outburst, moved by their words and their love they had for his daughter, he left the hut hurriedly along with the old man.

There on the veranda, Killivalavan was silently listening to everything that was being said, it nurtured in him a good feeling about Mathuranjanadevi. After Poncetuceni came out, they together placed their things inside the hut, attended to their horses, fondled them, went for their morning needs, bathed leisurely and got ready for the day, by the time they came back to the hut, the veranda was washed and wiped clean. It looked cool and moist, they were offered each a bowl of porridge, made out of millet and a few vegetables, along with mango pickles and a few roasted dried fishes, after finishing their breakfast, they eased and stretched on the veranda. Poncetuceni started talking to Killivalavan:

“Did you notice Siddhar Macham ask Muthupandian to teach adimurai and varmam, it is going to bring a great change in the history of our land, we must capitalize on it. I see him as an honest man and I strongly believe that he will able to imbibe all his skills without holding anything back, to most of his students, even to those who don't deserve it, hence, sooner or later, most of his students, will have the potential to become great warriors, still further, few of them will have the potential to become the unsurpassable, the unconquerable ones, our senai must take in all of them, so once they are trained, we will get all those men enlisted in our senai, we will make experts out of them, they should grow up and take up high ranks, that are now wasted by useless, pompous ones with nothing but loud, boastful mouths, soon the senai will not only get rid of the weeds, but will also be replaced effectively by Muthupandian’s students, they will all be looked up as heroes, they will teach their secret arts to their comrades, the spirit of the camp will be high and ebullient. In the real time situations, words of confidence alone will not help, neither will the make-beliefs work, rather, it’s a harmonious combination and expression of hardcore training, mastery of skills, incomparable ability, indomitable spirit and impeccable character, the essential ones, the golden traits, which actually elevates the warrior and makes him invincible and unconquerable, seldom we see such men of greater, god given abilities, who have all the potential to bring a massive transformation in this world, either by words or by swords.”

He contemplated for a few moments, stared into the open space, gently stroking his gray beard with a few black strokes, he continued, words started flowing out of him:

“What will practice pay, if what he practices are useless mediocre styles? What will confidence do, if he doesn’t have the inherent ability to fight? What will all those high talks and self pride do, if a warrior’s mind is not still enough to dance with the flow? What will all these weapons do it by self, when the user is not skilled enough to whirl it around? How long can a warrior fight, if he doesn’t know how to tap the untapped energy? Right now, our senai is full of such soldiers, but many of them have, and possess great potentials, so than giving lame excuses after being defeated by the enemies, over the next few years, let us totally bring a positive reformation in all our soldiers, in our culture, now. Pathetically, the present trend is, if they see someone better and shining, they will send them back home, like what happened to you, so that their status, position and pride are not affected by champions like you, so they are not demoted and humiliated by the triumphant ones. We need to first change this scenario, before I uproot such men, who fear great invincible warriors, I would like to infiltrate our senai with many such ones, the first condition is they should be sworn to loyalty, second, either they should be a warrior by all rights or should have the inherent ability in becoming a one, third, they should possess all these five great virtues; sincerity, honesty, punctuality, tolerance and patience, fourth either they should be obedient or religiously abide by rules and regulations, the latter is always better, as obedience may pave way into the making of filthy, disgusting, stinking egos, fifth, they should not have any physical infirmities that will affect the overall performance.”

Then he paused for a moment and continued:

“All these criteria are very important, we can’t hire a rat and train it to become a tiger because by nature, rats are elusive spies, who can steal any amount of information and who will, even if you don't want to, so we must have fewer felines in our senai to guard ourselves from the rats and fewer rats in our enemies senai to prevent them from attacking us, similarly we can’t hire a lion and train it to be a tiger, because lions are born to lead and they attack all alone, straight and hard, right and fast and they won’t compromise, neither on the standpoint nor on their virtues, whereas the warriors should hunt in pack, like tigers, in complete coordination. Tigers are stealthy, if group of tigers plan and attack in harmony, they can even bring down a single male elephant, in no matter of time, in addition, tigers crouch, and they wait for the right time, whereas lions don’t crouch, they attack straight down, majestically, with full force, and they are uncontrollably ruthless, indeed, they act independently on their own, if you are thinking about enlisting lions, well, you should make sure, you have masters, who previously have been a lion out in the field and who have grown up to tame lions, else for warriors, to be on the safer side, either we hire tigers and teach them to be great warriors or we hire invincible warriors who can tame the tigers, then our senai will have ruthless, hundreds and thousands of such unconquerable warriors, if right men lead them, our senai will turn out to be not only an invincible one, but the most respected and feared one, easily said, but making it happen is obviously a difficult task, in fact, a herculean one, when that happens, I can well say, I have fulfilled my duties, I can retire as a happy man and live a humble, spiritual life out in the woods, but our army as such, inclusive of our senai, is now ruled by packs of bloodthirsty wolves and all our soldiers are tamed, beaten, forged to become lambs, their spirits are crushed, so that these wolves can happily feast on them, when they are not fed enough. They have been continuing this social melodrama for years together, when in fact, most of the causes they attribute are pretentious, superficial, box of lies. I very strongly objected it, so I have become their arch enemy, my life may not be taken by our enemies, but by our own men, to whom I have become a disgusting, repulsive enemy. They have been in this for many years together and it is too difficult for them to change, leave alone, bringing up a transformation in their units, the moment they see a tiger or a lion or a potential in becoming a one, they are threatened to the core, so either they kill such potentials or send them back home, in the name of safeguarding their positions and status in the units and foolishly boast themselves saying that its art of survival. Since their heart is that of the wolf and they have not tapped upon their internal energy, they could neither tame a tiger nor a lion, they would fail miserably, the sign of their weakness and inability is explicitly expressed, when they feed on their own lambs in their own units. In simple words, a man with a wolf’s heart will bring only chaos, they will ruin their soldiers, in fact, they will go to an extent, they will start enlisting only wolves and lambs, if you see such senais they will have lots of internal conflicts, one leader will blame another and they will be more interested in killing one another, than killing their common enemies. What do you expect when wolves rule, other than feeding on their own lambs, in fact, they enlist lambs, only to feed on them during difficult times. When wolves rule, their first problem will be the tigers and lions within the camp, not the lions and tigers in the enemy's camp, the miserable fact is, our army, inclusive of our senai, is led only by packs of wolves, they create internal riots, uprisings, conflicts and live on them, few of them have really cherished on it and have made a big fortune. The lesson for us, is the mistakes they have made, rather than looking into their pits and falls, let us correct the flaws in our senai, let the first transformation come here, right from us.”

He paused for a moment, looked probingly at Killivalavan, drank water from the flask placed nearby, stroking his gray beard, continued to talk:

“Lions are straight, they attack hard and fast, tigers are stealthy, they crouch and pounce, but both make their kill in the limelight, steadfast and there is a great honor to it. A man who back stabs one’s enemies will also back stab you, it is just a question of time, if there is no honor, it is better that you die, than live on the flesh of your own kind. We need to give our men, great ability and steadfast sureness that comes, not just by words of confidence, but by sheer skills gained from relentless, strenuous practice and the ability to muster all their skills at any given moment, we should give them unsurpassable values to cling upon, the grand solemn reason, why they fight and what they fight for—patriotism, loyalty, valor, sincerity, honesty and so on, if this happens, I make sure our senai will become simply unconquerable, not only among our other senais, but even among our arch enemies. On hearing our names, our enemies will think a thousand times before waging a war with us, if they still pounce upon us with a made-up over-confidence, we will break their backs and send them back home with wagons full of corpses. This is the right time for building our senai, if we start today, we will reach unimaginable heights in next three years and there are lots of weeds to be removed, including the ones who are leading the thalams and the anis, my first strategy is to pitch you against them and make them leave voluntarily, we need to remove the rotten tumors, before it spreads throughout the senai, we can build a new one, incredibly faster and this is the right time, we must speed without spilling the water. Slowly we will take in Muthupandian’s students one by one, the best ones, of course we can’t take in velirs legally, but as the first step, you can ask your tribal friends to get trained by Muthupandian, then you can make them get sworn to you personally, we will post them at various points within our senai, but you should never ever make the mistake of openly exposing your friendship with them, I know the wolves out there, better than you do, they are just looking out for such clusters, over which they can feed happily for months, so don’t make that mistake, no personal shits within the camp, keep it outside, but also don’t forget the fact, they are out there for you, they have come here all the way only for you, so you must meet and spend time with them once in a while, talk to them, feed them with the elixirs of life—inspiration, acceptance, love and hope. Your job is to keep them inspired, they will start looking up to you, whenever they see you by my side, they will feel more secure, words will spread out, many more such will join our senai, in later stages, we will start our own training camps, drill our men to become the best in the world. When their comrades have achieved great heights, other soldiers will not have a chance, either they need to step up, else they have to give way to the young ones and work for them contented. Soon our senai will be filled with ruthless, unsurpassable warriors, each one should be so lethal enough to make thousand kills in a day. I see it happening. Let us do this journey together. I see in you, strong traits of leadership, you will emanate great values that everyone so dearly look up to, such as love for our motherland, culture and tradition. Inadditon, you have a very strong character that stands out for loyalty, honesty, sincerity, valor, righteousness and compassion, what else people would need, they will just flock around you, they will adore you, they will be ready to lay down their lives for you. It is possible. We will make it happen. Let it bring peace in all our troubled lands.”

After such a long talk, Poncetuceni laid his back flat and started contemplating on his plans, soon out of tiredness, both of them fell asleep, it was around mid-noon, when the old man woke them up for lunch, no sooner they got up, a hot, appetite invoking aroma of fish curry filled their lungs, and before them, both the old man and her seventh daughter, Mathuranjanadevi were standing politely. Her exquisite beauty surpassed everything around, she was trying to make herself look humble, but that didn’t befit her wild, indomitable nature, trying in vain to hide her true self, she came close to Poncetuceni, bowed her head courteously, said in her sweet voice that went well with her beauty:

“Am sorry for what happened in the morning. I sincerely apologize for my unmannerly behavior.”

Poncetuceni wasn’t able to hide his joy, it was very clear that she didn’t feel even a bit sorry for what had happened in the morning, only to soothe her old man, she has come forward and pretended fruitlessly, to stage an act of sorriness, which was very clear to the gathering, mostly, Poncetuceni, unable to contain his joy at seeing her again so close and her obvious pretension to look polite, made him laugh, he laughed out loud, taken by the lovely laugh, a sweet impeccable smile crossed her pink colored, fleshy, slightly parted, pout lips, just for a flick of a moment, then hiding it, she came close to Killivalavan, before anyone could spot, within a whimsical second, she stealthily kicked him hard, right at his ankle and then said with an ostentatious smile:

“Am sorry.”

The next moment before Killivalavan could realize what had happened, she fled into the hut, and by the heaviness of the kick, he knew, she didn’t want to apologize to him. Unable to hide his interest in her, continuing to admire her beauty, and not knowing that he was in fact talking to the father of the girl, he said to Poncetuceni in low whispers:

“I have never seen such high spirited beauty in my life, a man must be really gifted to have her as a wife.”

And as though mesmerized, he started to stare at the doors, through which she went in. Though Poncetuceni was taken by surprise, after a very deep thought, he politely asked Killivalavan:

“If you are interested in her, I will talk to both your mother as well as her father, well, only, if you don’t object.”

Killivalavan shied a bit and said smilingly, “Ok. Please talk.”

 (To be continued...)

Written on Dates: 09/16-09/19

About Adhavan
Chapter 01 The Realization of the Vocation

Chapter 02 The First Glimpse of the Third Eye

Chapter 03 The Complete Surrender

Chapter 04 The Sacredness of the Divine Incarnation

Chapter 05 The Veneration of a Guru

Chapter 06 The Immortality

Chapter 07 The Art of Dying

Chapter 08 The Good Cause

Chapter 09 The First Dissemination

Chapter 10 The One behind the Spiritual Transformation
Chapter 11 The Smothering of the Class Distinctions

Chapter 12 The Insight of the Divine Lamp
Chapter 13 The Great Four

Chapter 14 The Final Samadhi
Chapter 15 The Blossoming Love
Chapter 16 The Divine Intervention
Chapter 17 The Second Dissemination

Chapter 18 The Fusion and Beyond
Chapter 19 The Rise of an Internal Conflict
Chapter 20 The Realization of the Self
Chapter 21 The Way of the Siddhars
Chapter 22 The Jealous Bigots