Minute Loyalties

The dark night outside the window is no indication of the brightness of mercury and neon lights shining across the corridor into the palaces where Lalitha Devi is being decorated and Her graciousness is being celebrated. The Goddess Lalitha Devi presides over the temple of King Aditya Krishna Vamshikar. Queen Rukmini Devi and Aditya Krishna are just been blessed with a beautiful baby boy.

There were dances, musical performances and dinners for the entire community to enjoy. It was after a decade of waiting for an offspring did Rani Rukmini Devi gave birth to their very first boy. All the relatives and friends were joyous to welcome the little lad.

Not totally untrue was the presence of some minds with conspiracies, to pull their prominence down. Aditya Krishna married Rukmini Devi Nayanakar while they were in The Bronx . They were both visiting their relatives for a friend’s wedding and were site seeing the Bronx zoo. Later they saw each other in the Yankees stadium concession centers. A look into the eyes lead to their hearts and both were too happy to be building a loving relationship. After a year of pursuing their fine art diplomas, they solidified their love in the holy matrimony in presence of their elders and other adults. The Maharani of Gualliore was disappointed in their marriage since their grown-up daughter, Swetambari could not find a dream come true life partner. Her brother, Pranavsen had all his hope on building a relationship within the families with future possible matrimonial, where his goal was to have his daughter to be married in future into the Vamshikar family.

What man desires, might not happen, as they say, man proposes, God disposes. Pranav told his sister that, he would definitely take good care of their prestige issue. What he thought was, of a ploy to destroy the marriage. The dark clouds gathering outside were like a huge storm coming up soon, with thunderstorms and tunnel clouds was possible tortornados. His misplaced loyalties were too much of an error brewing within the palace, creating possible chaos in the family, and their inheritance and riches. Maharani’s direction was to penetrate into the married life of the King and queen and replace her with her daughter taking the place of the other person.

Somewhere in the remote corners of their town foxes were howling. There were sounds of wild birds being chased and the vultures were staring and eagles howling over the open yard, so they can catch some food as they leave it. Prabav Sen’s first wife, Raseshwari Radhani Bhama who died after having a baby girl, because of complications of her pregnancies, seemed to have been visiting in a bright spiritual form as she was a daughter of Vamshikar family. Thousands of years before, the lady's maternal great grandfather was a relative of Chandrabhanu, brother of Vrishabhanu and son of Suryabhanu Thakur.

They say a human spirit never dies. They all live in golok, after the passing phase of life after life of living in human form and succeeding In finding wisdom and meaning of life and eternity. When someone in need thinks of her, her guardian angel, Radha Rani tells her to provide care, nutrition and nurturing in invoking the earth’s angels to help the needy person who believes her. Earth’s angels are the tiny tiny angels that go to and fro as if in molecular form. In Sanskrit they are known as Volakilyas. They generate energy to convert elements into food using bio-chemical and solar energy.  Lakes are generated and trees are producing fruit due to this nature. A truly loving heart when is saddened breaks the heart of mother earth and rivers gush out to this pressure they are going through and cities and villages, mountains and bridges get washed out. Earth is truly connected to each and every individual and to their heart’s vibrations. In essence each body is like a powerhouse, generating and utilizing energy and why will it not be connected, wherever one is, for the sheer reason of being present as individuals and humans who care and abide by rules. Sometimes, humans try to manifest their presence by being arrogant, selfish or inconsiderate. However they will, as mother earth believes and gives umpteen chances, to improve, they become more ingrained with the human essences of sympathy, generosity, empathy, love, determination and devotion.

Radha ben was standing in front of the rising Sun., shining in her grandoire with tilaka on her forehead, reflecting in the water in saffron color of shining Sun’s rays carrying fresh batch of Volakilyas, who have assignment of a bright day to care and nurture and show path to the seekers.

The Story of Water

This story began with a material, that was colorless, tasteless and life giving, was derived from a few lonely random substances which had energy and nothing else. It was an ion, that was a lonesome electron or a positively charged hydroxide particle, looking for one electronic ion since it was not possible to exist all alone, sought a Hydrogen ion, actively looking for a mate and the single electron irresistibly bonded with an agitated postive particle seeking an electron, finally found a home in its orbit… millions of years ago.”

Sara stopped telling the story to grandma. ‘Listening’, said grandma. Long story short, this water you are using to create rotis, is not formed now.. it is older than matter!

Team Work

Sara was busy creating a surprise for Chanda for her wedding. It is a surprise Sara said

Oh ok. Is that what you are offering her? Asked Sumitra.

‘No Aunt Polly, it is so not.

Raja wanted to surprise her with all the pictures as a collage. I am helping out.’

‘Sara! Is it ok to let Raja sleep away while you are working it all by yourself?’

‘I don’t see anything wrong. He takes forever,’ said Sara.

‘Would you rather want Raja to create it or you compile it with your ideas?’

‘Raja's.’

‘Sara, how could he do it? you are doing his work. Would that do any help in bringing out the best of his friendship?’

‘Aunt Polly, I did not see it coming. I was only helping.’

‘Now you do! I am not saying you cannot help, but it should be a team effort! Right?’ said Sumitra.

Deadly Aunt 'Polly' From Mahajanapath

‘Memorized the poem 3 today?’ Aunt Sumitra asked

Raja read the poem aloud. 

He tore up the next poem to avoid reciting.

Is that why your Aunt'Polly’ asked you to paint the fence? Sara asked

Rain Rain Go Away

Once upon a time, long ago, in a faraway fictitious land, in a village called Mahajanapath, there lived a young boy with his grandmother. She was a kind-hearted woman who cared for everyone in her village, offering advice on raising crops, cattle, chickens, and children. All the children affectionately called her "Ajji," meaning grandma.

The little boy grew into a handsome young man. He was called ‘Raja’ for his noble thoughts, generous nature, and willingness to help others, especially those in need of protection from exploitation.

Sara, from a neighboring village, was preparing to move to the city where her friends were studying while residing in a hostel. On her journey to Mahanagar city, Sara stayed with Grandma along with other students, as they had been good friends before moving into Grandma’s homeschooling.

Many years passed, and Grandma was nearing retirement. Other grandma homes were opening up, but typically, a grandma home only ran for two months at a time for each resident. Visitors stayed anywhere from a weekend to three weekends, and at most, up to 12 weekends. They had to return after four or five months at the earliest. If they were facing exams or assignment deadlines and their mothers were unavailable, they could extend their stay by two more months, but no longer.

Most of the time, Grandma was healthy, but occasionally, she fell unwell. During those times, other grandmas stepped in to help. Just as the children spent time at different grandma homes, grandmas also took on roles for short- or long-term stays depending on their interest. There were entire blocks of grandma quarters, each home blessed with a resident grandma.

Children who had passed through different grandma homes at various times would, by chance, meet others who had also stayed there. Some even found friendships that eventually helped them find their soulmates. Raja, in particular, was a permanent resident of the grandma homes since no one knew when his parents would return. They had gone on an assignment with the Maharaja to advise on projects related to welfare, research, and development.

Fortunately, while Raja was primarily cared for by his own grandmother, he had the opportunity to attend classes from different grandmas, learning about ethics, aesthetics, science, art, and even cryptocurrency. He reconnected with old friends and made new ones during these times, but he knew he would soon have to return to Maharaja’s staff quarters as an employee.

One day, while horseback riding, he suddenly heard the terrified screams of a young girl. To his shock, he saw Sara riding a wild, untamed horse from the stables. The horse was behaving erratically, clearly disturbed by something. Raja called out, “Attaboy!” in an attempt to calm it. Slowly, the horse began to relax, stopping as Raja helped Sara climb onto his own horse instead.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, they felt a deep connection. Just then, the horse jerked again—or so Raja thought.

Sprinkles of raindrops touched his face. He opened his eyes.

Grandma stood before him, smiling. "Today, you need to pick up Sara from the train station. Have you forgotten?" she reminded him.

Looking around, Raja saw that the house was decorated. Wedding decorators from Chennai were working in front of the home.

"Sara is arriving to attend her friend’s wedding. Go and pick her up," Grandma said again.

Raja smiled. ‘Oh my, problems are nothing more than bubbles—now you see them, now you don't! Thank God Sara is safe and far away from trouble!’  Good God grandma stop pouring water over me! Cried Raja as the dream bubble is popped away!

Pranksters-Spanksters

The Maruthi theater group was buzzing with enthusiasm that evening, especially with their focus on the Ramayan. A particular highlight was the scene where Hanuman crosses the ocean in a single leap to find where Seetha was hidden by Ravana. With the summer holidays approaching, the troupe was busy preparing for the sequence where Hanuman destroys Ashokvan, the garden where Seetha was held captive by Ravana.

The young actress portraying Seetha performed admirably. In one key moment, she held a grass blade between herself and Ravana, symbolizing how the mighty ten-headed demon was no more significant than a blade of grass in her eyes. This subtle gesture, full of symbolic power, was meant to humble Ravana’s ego.

The director, concerned with the next few scenes involving the burning of Lanka, reminded the cast, “Lighting the Lanka buildings is only digital. We won’t show real fire—just make sure the curtain waves with the fan and project the image of fire on the buildings.”

After a scene with Ravana shouting and giving ultimatum to Seetha, who was desperately calling for Ram’s rescue, the actor playing Anjaneya, Ashok, reentered after a tea break. The director caught him loitering outside the studio and questioned, “Ashok, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be talking to Seetha, telling her you are capable of rescuing her?” Ashok responded, “Actually, Shamshad bhai, I’m on break because the baby Hanuman will be chanting Ram’s name, and when Seetha asks, I’ll be ready to go.” The director, irritated, complained to the writer, “Joseph! Look at this one’s cheek! He’s designing the scenes by himself.”

Joseph, who was referred to as Johnny, defended Ashok, saying, “Leave him alone, we had agreed to give some liberty with the dialogue delivery, considering the accent differences between southern and northern speakers.” Johnny said., “jaanee,” also meaning “dear one” in Hindustani, reflected their shared spirit in the play.

The call for the scene change was texted, accompanied by the sound of drums signaling the shift. Ashok soon returned to the stage as Hanuman. He reassured Seetha, telling her that he was the mighty monkey warrior Hanuman and that Ram would soon rescue her. To prove his words, Hanuman gave her a ring from Ram, saying, “O mother Seetha, here is the ring Ram gave, to show that He will rescue you soon. In fact, I could carry you on my shoulders right at this moment.”

Seetha, with a tone of concern, replied, “O mighty Hanuman, I understand you meant to give me hope, but I cannot be rescued without Ravana knowing. Tell Ram that if He cannot rescue me within two months, Ravana will kill me and feed me to the demonesses guarding me.” Hanuman took permission from Seetha as she gave him her chudaamani, a jewelry piece like a barrette, and returned to Ram with this message, urging him to act quickly.

During the Ashokvan scene, where Hanuman destroys the beautiful fruit-bearing trees followed by the burning of Lanka, the visuals were preserved with no damage due to the use of photo effects. However, the plot to ignite the curtain by some pranksters was foiled before it could be executed, rendering their attempt to create menace and chaos futile.

Confidence Can Bring Miracles

“Kannan da, my villagers think I cannot achieve what I started. I feel terrible” said Priyank.

Kannan da stopped writing for a minute and asked, “Oh. What would you think?”

“I think it is not right and I can prove that I am capable of being a winner. “ said Priyank who was hardly eighteen.

“Well, there you go!” smiled Kannan da and looked apprehensively. Kannan da is a mentor for young and old by giving pointers subtly through his writings and directions.

Priyank was for some reason not happy with people around him and went to his grandmother's town for a change in scenario. She was well known chef among her circles, having demand for their pickles, spices and snacks.

That summer she called some helpers and prepared pickles with selected green mangoes. Mangoes need to be green and hard and not sweet or soft for the south Indian or Telugu style pickles the region is so popular, grandma would say.

He enjoyed the freshly made rice with the new pickles and had sweet mangoes to go with it. Grandma would prepare yogurt at home with buffalo’s milk and make thick Lassi with it so he can enjoy his meals.

Returning from the town, Priyank bought some green mangoes of good variety and also bought spices. He started preparing the pickles and posted in YouTube with stories he heard from grandma as he was packing them.

He enjoyed watching other’s shows too. Among those, very influential were from Pasha bhayya’s, an expert teacher in training and teaching tailoring. What impressed him most was the ease with which Pasha brother would address the problems one would face in starting sewing and tailoring business. He would even encourage people not use a measuring tape to draw a pattern, by just using a model saree blouse or waist size.

Meanwhile, despite what villagers would say, Priyank would picturize his shows outdoors, during early hours and also insert the beauty of village life as he would wish the several onlookers a happy day .

Some would even participate in tasting after the end of the cooking shows. That was getting so popular that people from different places would arrive early morning and not only watch him run his show, but buy tickets to be in line to taste the items prepared. Added attraction was when Priyank would come and ask them how it tasted or if his cooking reminded of any regional cooking.

Priyank introduced different items from different places including the regional recipes, stories of folklore and even sometimes showcase the dressing style people would practice, including any writers or artists of that region too.

Priyank’s show was becoming a positive influence on entrepreneurs and artists alike as well as fashionistas. The same villagers that criticized Priyank found him motivating.

Showcasing regional cuisine and introducing about local artists of Hyderabad and near by places, he enjoyed showing artwork of others that has ignited his showmanship to a higher level, proving villager’s discouragement a futile effort. “It is self confidence. Self reliance and blessings from his loving grandma!” said Priyank accepting the recognition for YouTube’s popular entrepreneurs award and was thrilled with excitement! Kannan da could not hold his happiness!