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The Life of a Little Princess – (Life/Story)

July 29, 2008

The Life of a Little Princess – (Life/Story)

THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO MY DAUGHTER. SONY GUDIYA.

                                                                        AUTHOR.

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This story is about a little princess. How globalization changed an ordinary family life forever. An-aged fathers struggle to give his only daughter good education and a secured life. After the court battle

For his daughter’s custody will he ever live with his estranged wife?

 

I was enjoying my celibacy life.  Living with my ailing mother I had to cook, wash and look after my mother.  My mother repeatedly reminds me of get married.  One day my mother reminds me that all my friends were married and happily settled down.  She asked me. “When are you getting married? After me who is going to look after you “?  I answered it by saying, “Ma marriage means more responsibilities and more expenses. I am enjoying my bachelor life, I have my freedom and no more obligations “. 

 

 After some days I started thinking about marriage and its prose and cons. After much deliberation I had decided to publish in matrimonial column for a bride. “.  5.5 ft, slim, fairs. Religion and cast no bar, bride for 42-years-old service engineer, c/o National, Chennai 2.  I had received sixteen-reply letter. Some of the would be in laws want me to convert into their religion, others offered me money to start my own business and few letters from widows… out of sixteen reply I had selected only three letters and went for bride hunting.  One is too fat, one is too short and the other girl rejected me. 

 

My sister in Kerala proposed a girl for me.  I had decided this is the last girl I am going to see.  No more brides hunting for me .I received one black and white photo.  A girl with a pathetic look.  Poor soul!  My mother approved of her by saying, “since she is also from poor family she will be able to adjust with what ever we have. You get it checked your horoscope and see whether she suits for you.”.  I took both the horoscopes and done the astrologer check it. Astrologer told me only 10 out of 5 point’s matches. As per astrology a minimum of seven points should match for a happily married life. he advised me to look for some other girl. I knew a horoscope does not guarantee successful marriages. Success of any marriage depends on mutual understanding between husband and wife. “Do people in love check their horoscope.?” “Does other part of the world check horoscope before getting married “?. This is the last girl I am going to see, either marriage or no marriage for me.  I took the girl’s photograph to my office. My colleague told me she is okay for me…She will suit you…” She was tailor made for you! “. My mother and all others approved her so I decided to meet her personally. As per our custom formal meeting between bride and bridegroom was arranged at her home. I went to Calicut to meet her personally. She brought me coffee and sweets. We exchanged very few words .she was very shy but managed to ask me few questions.

Boy meets girl.

Girl:  “Do you like me”?

Boy:  “Ok”. 

Girl:  “Do you smoke”?

Boy:  “Yeah”

Girl:  “Will you stop smoking after marriage”?

Boy:  “I will try my level best”

Boy:  “Do you like me”?

Girl:  “Yes.  I like you”…..

                                                                                   (1)

 

 

After one month our marriage took place at Guruvayur temple in Kerala as per our tradition.   As per our marriage ceremony I was asked to pray at the temple.  Being an atheist, it was difficult for me to pray, but at last I prayed!.  “O god!  There should never be any fight between us”!  Our first night was spend in crammed second-class compartment of a train… we went on talking till we fell asleep!                                                                               

                        

There was no money for honeymoon.  A new life!  At last somebody is there at my disposal! What a great feeling!” Boy. Why did not I get married earlier”? . Life was smooooooth.  No more washing clothes, No dishwashing either. forgets about cooking. I wanted to sing.” what a feeling…

 

One of the service engineers working at our Hydrabad branch resigned and left for gulf. My manager gave me transfer letter asking me to join at HYD in two weeks time. I pleaded with him to send one young service engineer who was completing training at our service center in Chennai.. Manger told me that I was promoted as sales com service engineer (without any raise in salary) I had explained to him by telling selling international brand fax and laser printer are something new to me. I also will find it difficult to meet expenditure. All my reasoning fell on his deaf ears. He insists that I join HYD branch without cribbing.                                                                             

I had worked at HYD branch for six months. Life was tough. A part from attending service calls I also had to sell fax, dot matrix, laser printer, computer monitor, and cordless phones and there was target to meet. I tried my best. I could not make incentive by selling products because it was an international brand and prized above all other brands. Most of the time I end up selling product at end user’s prize. Just to show the minimum target.

 

My mother and wife wrote separate letters to me. Even silly problems were blown out of propositions in pages after pages. Mostly accusing at each other. At home without a referee (me) it was free for all. We men get along easily. If we do not like the other person, we will avoid him at any cost. If the problem persists, we will solve the problem with another problem. It is like ” trouble the trouble and there won’t be any more trouble”. For we men It is just that simple. At home my mother and my wife wanted to bring the roof down!. I thought enough was enough. I will find some job in Chennai. I had submitted my resignation letter after working for six month at HYD branch and returned home without a job.

Even after three years my wife was not conceived.  Gynecologist told me that my wife needs test and medication.  After spending more than Rs.5000 and waiting for 10 months.  My wife delivered a baby girl. I went to see my little princess with new cloths and presented her cute little teddy bear. I saw my little princess.  My wife named her Ammini.  To me she will be always Sony Gudiya .My wife later wrote to me that my “goody” was scared of teddy bear and used to cry when she was an infant. Gradually she got used to him and they became Inseparable. My wife was taking training at her home. How to bath and look after Sony. After fourth mouth I brought them back to my home. Sony carried teddy wherever she goes. Seldom she gets angry and poor teddy became her victim…he was always at the receiving end, after beating she tells him she doesn’t want him around. She then throw him out of the window. My wife or myself go out to pick up the teddy and ‘pacify’ him .if our daughter is still angry she will came back and beat teddy again, at times she would threaten teddy that she will kill him. Hardly one year and two months old and she want to kill teddy! . When we console our poor teddy, Sony feel sorry for him she then tells him sorry and give him a bear hug and shower him with her kisses.. They soon became inseparable once again.

Watching our daughter grown-up in front of our eyes can not be described in word .I used to compare my intelligence with her age. Comparing to other girls of her age Sony was an intelligent girl.  . At the age of two she was able to sing five nursery rhymes, she was able to tell the names of week and months, she could also count one to fifty. I felt very proud of my daughter. Her favorite TV.channel is POGO. I had lots of hope on her…. A Little bit monster but my daughter was full of life and fun.

                                                                                 (2)

 

 

At home my mother and wife were trying to show their superiority. Fragile ego problem .I was with out job for one and half months and were drummed by either of them. I met my ex colleagues of Chennai branch. They told me that our manager took bribe of RS 50,000 from the trainee technician to appoint him in Chennai branch .the boy was from his same cast. I knew our Chennai branch manger was a man of dubious character. When working in any organization over a period of time we will understand how the system works but safe guarding our job is most important than ever changing equations and politics in an office environments.         

Later our company came to know his involvement in double-dealings and kicked him out of the service. He had misappropriated lacks of rupees by appointing new dealers .he even collaborated with them and made good fortune. Two of the dealers he appointed went absconding along with goods. Company had lost nearly twelve lacks of rupee .Out of three cores of rupees as outstanding amount from our dealers from across India, our manager had alone supplied goods worth more than sixty lakhs of rupees items even after repeatedly receiving bounced cheque from the dealers. Some of the dealers declared bankruptcy! . The other method he used to make money was by taking company’s service contract. He runs a parallel service for the costumes with the help of two of the technicians. Out of hundred and sixty-service contracts he had appropriated half of them in his name. Who will bell the cat?. At the age of forty-four I went for job hunting.

 

 A.D.1999… Our union finance minister (present Prime Minister) declared LIBERALISATION policies, another pet name given for Globalization. Every Companies and organizations were offering voluntary retirement scheme (VRS) read load shedding or to contain over head cost .No white goods manufacturing companies were employing new service technician for their service department. They appointed franchise. . Some of them offered work on sub contract biases to get their service done. With no other option left, I had joined in one of the India’s leading white goods manufacturing company’s franchise as a service technician. It was not bad in the beginning. Only five technicians to attend service calls .At times instead of three pin codes we end up attending four-pin code area per technician. Even at 9.30 p.m. we were on site about forty or fifty kilometer away from our home. Life was tough but we were able to make some extra money.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

According to the manufactures whims and fancies and regardless of workers benefits franchise changes rules and system over night. Appointment procedures were made simple by franchise .No more appointments letter. Appointment was made verbally. It goes some thing like this.”Do you have your own vehicle?”. And a mobile?.  you know a Cell is a must ?”..Without bike and cell phone, you are not considered as a service technician. They call it survival kit. Minimum requirements. “Ok, good. “Now you have to pay for uniform dress!”. (Only God knows how long he is going to keep you in work.)”From tomorrow onwards you can join for work”. After you join for work only he will tell you how to make more money by-achieving target (regardless of working hours). Sooner or latter you yourself will find how much money, time and energy you have to use to extra money.

We never had PF, Gratuity, medical,(ESI) or  life insurance ,no vehicle maintains allowance ,petrol or food allowances .only consolidate pay per calls were paid .RS .15 or RS 20 ,depending upon  the distance from work place. They paid RS 40 per call if it is in Timbkabtu or in out station. There are some company’s franchise and service subcontracts offering Rs10 for attending service calls. Those technicians survive by making “extra” money .how they make extra money and how much they make depends upon their individual “skill”.  

Manufactures increased number of franchise to six and gradually increased number of technician to 24. (In our franchise) .To give customer immediate response technicians got only one pin code per person. . Per pin code area for one person reduced call attending time and also reduced number of service calls or his lively hood .our manufacture appointed five more franchise. Manufacture insist that we sell accessories to makes extra money to makeup the lost service calls .All the accessories were over prized.                                                                       (3)

                                          

 

 Cheap and duplicate items made in Delhi or some chine’s spare parts were asked to sell it to coustmer.

Some of the items are even sold by footpath sellers!. Selling was tough.  Since most of accessories were sold along with appliance by the dealers at the time of selling machines. Company offered us some incentives like if we sell these items we get a consolation amount of 50 peanuts .the highest being 100 peanuts. Per person per pin code area, it means number of reduced service calls (cards). Per day average four or five calls. However distance and petrol consumption remains same.       

At the end of the day when you calculate petrol, maintenance and other expenses the struggle we family men make out a living was not worth it. With no other job then franchise system available we just continue to work. Lucky guys are those young bachelors at the end of the month they make out about RS 2000 or RS 2500 p.m. we family men find it difficult to meet both ends. Most of the young and energetic technician made fast money. Some of them disappeared with fridge or A/C. some technicians made arrangements to collect repairing charges from different customer in one particular day and took the entire amount about Rs12000 or Rs15000 and vanished. The intelligent one canvassed service contract from the customers and settled down with their own shop. With “inside people” they can all ways get their work done in double quick at the half rate! . In fact those technician give much faster and reliable service. In my five and half years of service at franchisee more than 250 young and energetic technicians were kicked out of service. Hiring and firing was the order of the day.

 

Target was always set beyond the reach of anyone. Our manufacturing company demands that we generate ten lakhs rupees worth of business per month. Thorough sales service and annul maitaince contract. Our boss was a BP patient. Like a volcano now and then he explodes. He uses foul languages and was a very abusive person. When we point out hardly 120 or 130 per person/ month. How can one generate one lakhs rupees worth of business per month? Our boss for the matter any other boss does not like asking questions .he will yell at us by saying, “you people are giving lame excuses! That is the advantage of being a BOSS. You can also talk through either side of your mouth. We get enough from customers, including manufacturing defect of products, any given time there is more than 4000 customer case pending in consumer court. Shouting back at customer will cost our job and our boss shouts at us for not bring enough revenue for him. Our Boss was under tremendous pressure to show ten lakhs rupees worth of business per month. I was a good technician, when it comes to meeting target I was always above average .it is impossible to meet target every time. If you remember 80 % of the work is done by 20% of the work force then you will understand what I mean. When our boss humiliated me in front of others for not archiving target; I felt that I can forgive my enemy, if ever I wanted to kill some one it must be our boss!. So much pressure at work place. No housewife or a mother will never know what is present day work pressure or how much we technician get abused by manufactures, by our boss and also by coustmer. When it is a question of family survival and keeping the job, we take every thing in our stride.

 

After the globalization manufactures localized their work. Manufacture goods, spare parts, put cash in their bank and attend consumer case at the court. Period. They now run their office with skeleton staff.  Franchise technician’s work includes not only servicing their equipment but also to generate as much as money for the manufactures. A Technician becomes all in all. He must be a sales person, capable of selling products or spare parts, collection agent, PRO for the manufactures. His duty also includes.. read warning to make sure  that the customer are not going to consumer court at any cost .we were asked to settle the dispute then and there. How you do it is none of the manufactures business! . Their argument is that if it is not a manufacturing defect then the fault lies with the technician! How convenient it is for them to blame on technician. Company executives come to franchise only to preach. It comes naturally to them .how many examples read cock and bull stories they tell us for motivation. Ask any of the company or franchise boss to be in our shoes, they get pissed off. That too for peanuts for per calls. Rest is assured when you got home… God blesses those poor souls!  

                                                                                 (4)

 

 

On fourth month I brought my little princess and wife from my native place. Sony was very friendly with all our neighbor’s .who ever stretched their arms at her she will lean on them and traveled around the place on their hip. My wife complained to me that she could not have enough of her daughter.                                                                 

When my daughter was almost ten-month-old we tried our best to walk her. She was little bit plum. not able to balance herself. Our neighbor an old woman told us how to make her walk .we tried it on her. I placed my daughter four inches away from the compound wall. My daughter leaned on back and supported her back shoulder on the compound wall and stood there for some time. We were eagerly waited for her first walk. The magic began after some time. By placing her small step side ways she started moving side ways, like a crab!. First she walked towards left side then stopped then towards right. . It was funny watching her walk side ways, all the while supporting her back shoulder by leaning back at the compound wall. She learned to walk very quickly. Our life revolved around our daughter.  Wife started spending more and more time with our daughter.  Our house routine had changed.  My mother and wife started quarreling over silly things.  There was always tension at home.  I do not know whether to support my mother or my wife.  They started accusing at each other. One thing I was sure both of them tell me nothing but lies only.  It was only the beginning. 

                                                                          After 3 years 

 The company were I worked was running at loss.  One day our boss called for a meeting and announced, “I am loosing one lakhs fifty thousand Rupees per month.  I cannot run the business any longer.  Please you all look for another job.  I am going to close down my business.”  I tried disparately for a job for the survival of my family.  I sent my Bio – data for job. Apply.. apply…. NO reply! Rejected!  Date of birth 14/02/1957. They concluded this man is too old. I had also attended walk in interviews.

Interviewer:  “You must have a vehicle and mobile phone; you have to pay for petrol and mobile bill.  You see.  You are a too old; we are looking for young and energetic person, who is capable of working 10 to 12 hours, that too for RS. 2500 p.m.  Will you be able to work for that amount”?.

” I need RS. 3500 p.m. to run my house. I thanked them for not calling me…I went home empty handed. 

 

I started pledging gold for provisions and rent.  My wife is too good when it comes to sarcastic way of talking. She also thinks I am an incompetent man to get a job.  She can only find fault with me. not realizing that nobody wanted to employ a 48-years-old man nor willing to pay more than 2500 p.m.  She started taking me for granted. Instead of realizing that with my meager amount of salary I am unable to run the house. She had no intentions of finding a job to save our family. I had spend about four thousand rupees for her computer course, she had completed her Hindi teaching course. She also knows tailoring work. Because I pledge her gold for house expenses she hated me .her problem with my mother also became unbearable.  My house became a living hell.  I told her to apply for some job sale girl, typist, data entry and make some Rs.1500 p.m. balance amount I will manage.  She does not want to share the responsibility of our family. One day she called her brother and left for her native home with my daughter.  Poor little princes. . She was hardly two years and three months old when she was taken away to wife’s house.                                                                

 

How many times she must have cried asking papa and nana (My mother).  I still wonder what my wife would have told her about her nana and me. I missed carrying my daughter around   .We used to goes to the park to play. She also like going to a shopping center where they sell all fancy chines items. I missed every thing about her .My wife was so cruel and selfish. The fact is that she did not want to save our family life .it is her bother and mother who manipulate her .it is  her family’s responsibility to see that our marriage survive.

In India people use marriage for emotional black mailing.  Some even use marriage as meat business. Marriage can makes money. Alimony! I missed my Sony Gudiya very much.  Her small talks.  Her nursery rhymes,  pranks,  laughter and her innocent smile…

                                                                                    (5)

 

Once I remember …I bought a packet of mosquito coil and got a plastic Chinese camera free. I loading film I took a roll full of snaps of my daughter. “Sony Gudiya… smile please…”! Click…click. One day after paying rent I came home and sat on a chair and was thinking how I am going to pay for provision.  Which gold bangle should I pledge now?  My daughter came to me with the plastic camera in her hand “papa, smile please…!”. She Try to take my photo without a film in it. .I had found memories of my daughter… If only I had a job ……..

 

I had sold my wedding ring to join multi level marketing [MLM]by paying Rs.3000/-. MLM products

Were very costly. Only very few customers purchased MLM products. Here in India people are interested in buy cheap and best products. They do not realize that cheap products can not the best products. They are still stuck with cheap and best!. Most of the customers brought items only on trial basis. Nobody wanted to risk his or her money by joining as consultants. Some of the MLM company had already flopped others cheated on customers. I went to native place to meet my daughter, I missed her for only five months but I could not recognize her .she was looking thin and sad. Poor soul! At this tender age how much mental agony she might have under gone.  I had promised her that as soon as papa gets job I would bring her home. The only promise I could not keep up till date. In my native place of Calicut I tried to supply MLM products. I had also tried to recruit new consultant but nobody was interested. Some of the MLM Company had already cheated public. I had lost nearly Rs.5000. Heart broken, I had returned to Chennai. Back to square one.

 

Back in Chennai, again I went searching for job. Near by my house there was one electrical shop. Whenever customers came and asked for electrical work I went and attended their complaints. Shop owner took 25% commission on my labor charges. My little princes remained a distant dream.  I have to look after my ailing mother.  My wife and daughter and stayed with her family in her native place.  When my daughter completed three and half years, It was time for her join LKG.  My wife had send me letter asking for RS 3000 as donation to admit Sony in the near by school.  Whatever gold was available at home I had to pledge it at the bank. I had send Rs.3000 as donation.  She again sends letter asking for Rs.300 as school fee.  I was not able to send her any more money.  Here my own survival became a big question mark.  I could not meet monthly expenses of RS 2500.  Instead of she tried to get a small job just to pay her daughter school fee.  She started sending me sarcastic, abusive and threatening letter.  She wrote to me.. “If my family had to bare mine and your daughter’s food and education expenses.  Why did you get married?  I do not need such an irresponsible husband nor does my daughter need her father.”. I had no other option but to call her by phone and fire.  “It is more than one and half years now since you left my house with Sony.  I had to cook food for my mother, wash cloths and dishes. You only wanted to stay at your home and ask for money.  Why should I pay you?  Did I agree at the time of marriage that I would send you money if you stay at your home?  When I had money and I was managing house you never had any problem.  Now that I do not have a proper job you do not need me any more.  You only need money.  Now listen…. There is no free lunch in this world.  Everybody will have to work for his food.  If you still do not realize your responsibilities even at the age of 42 not even god can save you.  Have you ever given a thought how parents are bringing up their children?  You thought it was only a child’s play.  Since you do not need a husband why are wearing (wedding chain) mangalsutra?  Give it to me.  I will sell it and recover your gold from bank. Since I have to cook and wash my cloths there is no question of me sending money to you..  I got married so that the least my wife will take care of me.  You know you think you are from aristocrat family.  You have an ego problem.  Even a watchman is running his family with his meager amount of salary of Rs.1000 or 1500 p.m. His wife does some kind of job support their family.  I do not know why don’t you realize who you are?.  How much money can you earn for your family?  Be in touch with reality.  Come down to earth. Do not write abusive or threatening letters to me.  If you do not want me, get divorce. That is fine by me… I need my child.  I will not be able to give my daughter a secured life and good education.  I want to put her for adoption.  I have no other choice. Period.”

                                                                                   (6)

 

 I had disconnected the line.  No more letters, No more phone calls from either side.  I still think of my little princes. When will I see her?  What will I say if she asks me “papa why are you not taking me to your home”? The thought its self was nothing but a nightmare.  I lost sleep and started smoking too much. I even lost interest in life… I thought of giving up my daughter for adoption, so that she can have a secured life and decent education.  The least I will be able to meet my daughter now and then.  I do not want my daughter to grow up like her mother.  My wife says nothing but lies, talk like an opportunist, riddled with sarcasm and above all she is an egomaniac.  She was impossible

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  One bad morning her brother and two of her uncles turned up at my house.  They wanted to know my intentions! . They questioned me “You are not taking your family responsibilities, what are your intentions…..? I had answered it by saying that I had no intentions. “If she can live with me with whatever money I earn. If she wants to stay in her house and expecting me to send her money, then I am not going to send any money to her. At the time of marriage did I signed any agreement that I will send her money even if she stays in her house?  More then two years ago she left for her home with my daughter. Is she bothered how I am living here?  Instead of telling, her to find some work and manages life with me, you people seem interested only in money.  I am not going to pay single paisa.  Do what you want.  Do you want me to sign divorce paper?  I will sign, but do not expect me to pay alimony.  That will never happen.  I am determined.  Now you all can leave my place”. They left me by saying that I will face legal action.

I started thinking… this is a classic case of making marriage as a meat business.  Get married, have children, find fault with husband, fight over silly things with mother in law, file divorce, take alimony and live with the way she and her family wants.  This is not going to happen with me.  I am going to put a stop for this.

After a couple of days I had received court notice asking me to attend.  As the D-day approaches, I started preparing for the test of my life.  I will fight it out with tooth and nail.  I need my daughter at any cost.  I knew.” yes “she will ask for her gold ornaments.  Including interest it is Rs.25, 000.there is only one-way to recover her gold. That is by selling my mothers wedding chain. Ever since my father died it was lying in the jewelry box .my mother had some sentimental value attached to it but there is no other way I can recover my wife’s gold ornaments. At last my mother agrees to sell her wedding chain. We got Rs26, 600 for her ornaments. I also need to write authorization letter for my wife to recover her gold ornaments from bank. I have to hand over our marriage registration certificate to the court. I do not need any lawyer to fight my case…”. I went to fight my case alone in Calicut. Kerala.

                                                                         

D-DAY.                                                        COURT PROCEDINGS..

Maya’s lawyer…  ” My lord!  Here is man who does not want to take responsibility of his wife and his

                                daughter.  He is lest bothered about their welfare and even refuses to pay for his

                                daughter’s education. My client does not wish to live with her husband. Allow her

                                to get legal maintenance allowances.

Ju

Judge.…………      “Do you have any thing to say”? ***************

 

 check this link. for the rest of the story********

 http://pothi.com/pothi/book/jivan-life-little-princess

 

  Maya stayed with her daughter and spend most of her time playing with her grand daughter. She wanted to make up her lost time with Sony. I stayed at Madam’s house only to look after Madam in her old age  .A token of gratitude for giving a secured life to my daughter.  Life was not cruel to me when I think of less fortunate parents. Today I am a happy and content person.                                                                   (THE END)        

 An appeal to housewives.  

Do you wish to help your husband to run your family? Then start working. Learn any home based work like DTP, Data Entry, Medical Transcription, Tailoring, Catering food, Chocolate and butter Cookies for Hotels, selling cosmetics and gift articles, tuition. There are lots of short term courses available on trades. Bank also offered micro finance for starting up small business. Earn some extra money to support your family. With ever increasing living cost (present and future) one man’s income alone cannot meet both ends. Your husband will appreciate you. One day you will be proud of yourself. Time is running out. Act now!.  

This is the Moral of my life story.                          

 With regards,

 JIVAN.                                                                                                                                            

To, The film maker,

July 20, 2008

To, The film maker,

O ,

The film maker,

Here is the copy of letter I had sent to film maker.

 

 

Dear producer,

I am a story concept writer .I have written fiction and novels for movie production. I would like to submit my fiction for movie production .Even though I wrote necessary scenes and dialogs it is still not in screen ply or in script mode .there are lots of movie s made out of novel and fictions then why is that holly wood producers or any other movie production companies ask for only script or screen play mode. It is a specialized subject and there are highly qualified and experienced professionals for writing screenplay.. 

Story line … 
ETERNAL LOVE. (Love story based on science and technology!) 220 K.B. or thirty A-4 pages long.

An eternal love story based on life after death. A young lover dies I a freak accident. He was brought back to life after twenty-five years. Thanks to science and technology. His ex-girl friend Maya is a happy married woman with a grown-up son. Will they become lovers again? What happens to their only love child?

 

The only hick-up you will find is that the fiction was written as per Indian culture. You know.. Bribery / corruption and family values are all part of our Indian culture.. It is not a big deal to set my fiction in any part of the world. Because love is universal! 

Because of our cultural differences fiction may needs bit of modification. Sex is only a part of the story. A part from one night stand and their honey moon at the end of the story I had edited out excessive sex scenes from my fiction. Here I have not disclosed all the subplots here. There are scopes for developing sub plots like…..                                                   

This fiction has all the necessary ingredients for a block buster .like family value, love, romance, sex, songs and fight scenes .my fiction is unique .it is about a lover boy brought back to life. That makes all other reincarnation stories outdated. Fiction is so life like. Today it is my fiction, in near feature my fiction will become a reality, trust me!
 
I am a story concept writer. My story may lack professional touch. In my fiction you can look for substance (concept) or my imagination. My imagination is not bad. Even though i wrote scientifically how to bring back dead person alive. Bring a dead person to life will alone takes several pages.  It needs theoretical explanation, drawing/ sketches even models. i.e.  Like Robo-surgeon performing surgery, his assistant is a robo .i calls her sex-2-puss! Half human half octopus with six tentacles!  ..it is a funny creature ! It’s antics you can to write but visualizing it by a director /film maker is a different story.

There is one spectacular plane crash landing followed by daring rescue mission. or even

How an operation theater appear on A.D 2030.

 Success of the film especially for science fiction depends on not only the story but also the ability of director understanding author’s imagination. In short a writer’s imagination

Combined with director’s creative vision can ensure successes of the movie.

 His visualization, treatment and presentation make all the difference.

Given a chance i would love to work as creative director for my fiction “Eternal Love”.

WAR ON TERROR is a science fiction. I wrote fictions ahead of our times. It has become impossible for me to find a producer with my innovation idea of story telling..

Sir, if you are planning to make ETERNAL LOVE into a movie I am willing to provide assistance if required. For director, CGI or SFX artists….
  WAR ON TERROR (Science fiction) U.S government deploys star war project to hunt down international terrorist organization. AL-Qaeda. Mr. Mohammed, a moderate Islamist trying to defend his religion named after humanity and compassion. Action takes places in space, U.K,
Munich, Iraq, Manila and a terrorist camp in Remote Island off the cost of Philippines. Read diabolic plans of Jihads…

 Expecting your favorable reply,
yours sincerely,
Author -Jivan.

 

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LOVE ME TENDER… Lesbian love story      

UNIVERSAL LOVE- THE NEW RELIGION !                                        

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THE LIFE OF A LITTLE PRINCESS. (Life/ Story)

ROOTS. (Family story)

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Dear Amithji.

July 20, 2008

Dear Amithji.

Amithab  Bachan had recently opened his  own blog .here is the copy of my letter which i had send it to him. 

Dear Amithji,

I am very much please to know that you have your own blog .ever since Zanjeer I am watching all your movies. I am a huge fan of you.

After Kuda Gawa you did not have have any good movies, in those days I had send you an important letter to you .this was the content of that letter.

Dear Amithji,

It is sad to note that you are not getting good roles .instead of waiting for good roles in Hindi movies you should try Holly Wood movies. they have the best costume , great screen ply, and world wide audience to show case your talent .you can also act according to your age…you are the only eligible actor form the whole of Asia . The least you can tie up with Vijay amarthraj and co produce holly wood movie. I never got reply for that.

I have written novels and fictions for movie production. ETERNAL LOVE .a love story based on science and technology! .Abhishek and Aish can immortalize their love on screen .sir; you and Jayaji can act as their parents .the story is not about reincarnation.

Story line …
ETERNAL LOVE. (Love story based on science and technology!) 200 K.B. or thirty A-4 pages long.

An eternal love story based on life after death. A young lover dies I a freak accident. He was brought back to life after twenty-five years. Thanks to science and technology. His ex-girl friend Maya is a happy married woman with a grown-up son. Will they become lovers again? What happens to their only love child?

This fiction has all the necessary ingredients for a block buster .CGI & VFX ,family value, love, romance, sex (not important) theme music , four songs and fight scenes .my fiction is unique .it is not about reincarnation .it is about a lover boy brought back to life. That makes all other reincarnation stories outdated. Fiction is so life like. Today it is my fiction, in near feature my fiction will become a reality, trust me!
I never got reply form you. Hope this time you will reply to me.

With kind regards,

Author -jivan.

WAR ON TERROR – Si-Fi.

July 20, 2008

WAR ON TERROR – Si-Fi.

THIS STORY IS THE IMMAGINATION OF MY WORK.     

   REGLION OR CLASH OF CIVILITION HAD NOTHING

        TO DO WITH MY WORK .NAME AND PLACES MENTIONED

    IN THIS STORY IS ONLY TO CREATE A SURREALISTIC EFFECT.

                                         AUTHOR

Here is the extract form my Si-Fi. war on terror.

 US President had made urgent meeting with concerned people for the military offence. An unanimous decision was taken.the operation began at around one a.m. At the altitude of 60,000 feet,over the remote part of the world An U.S cargo plane released ‘Mother of all Bomb’, A two ton Bomb with 3 parachute attach to it. .on the remote island the so-called “think tank” was busy planning how to destroy US and Europe.

               50,000feet…

 Sheikh Mohammed Bin Tuglaq: “we should build a Nuclear Bomb which makes Nagasaki, Hiroshima a past history!”

               40,000feet….

 Razmi Sheikh Ali: ” we should hi-jack a small country like Burni, If not Somalia where we are all welcomed!”

               30,000feet…..

“Yes” Sayed Al -Sheri agreed with him. “Then we will call all scientist of nuclear, biological and chemical for mass production of bombs for the destruction of WEST”!.

20,000feet…..

John Ahammed .A converted Muslim was skeptical. He was Bio Technology research scientist from the west. John Ahammed said, “Making nuclear bomb is not possible .UN forces will be after us. It is Impossible to smuggle radioactivity material or nuclear bomb to US or Europe. However small consignment, it can be tracked down by US spy satellite .I am in favor of biological warfare .No country is prepared for a biological warfare .biological war never seen in the history of mankind. Designer bombs! .It is scientifically proven that it is possible to design bombs for biological warfare. Designing bombs against particular race!. In west, we had conducted such experiments on mice. Bomb made for particular gene effect only particular race! Not others!.                                                              

10000 feet….

His suggestion was simple but with devastating consequences…

He continued, “All human being has gene, different gene for different race  …His idea was to produce Billions and billions of genetically engineered virus and infuse it with Whiteman’s gene and makes small bombs and smuggle it into Europe and US, blast it by suicide bombers in the heart of every city! 

5000 feet….

Bomb disintegrated into hundreds of small bombs with thundering sound spreading across the island. People on the ground ran helter skater .one after one bomb started busting with high velocity, making the small jungle island pulverized! .most of them perished in that attack.

Mr. Hopkins put terminator in program mode for mope up operation .search and destroys! He fed necessary data like location of island on earth etc…

On his large plasma monitor, he checked terminator’s program mode in action. A thin streak of violet ray pointing at thermal image of people on the ground, followed by the bolt of laser light hitting with dead accuracy. he could no longer watch people getting perished .he took remote access control of centralized  system ( a sleeve like wearable bracelet with 6 inch x 4 inch flip top LCD screen with touch sensor key pad ) he wore it on his forearm and started working on second generation  TERMINATOR  system in his study room.

A three -D image of a second generation of terminator image was projected on a large screen. The main terminator stood above the earth like a guardian of our planet, bellow small baby terminator can be seen floating above each country who is partners in war on terror. In  second generation of terminator; main terminator direct its pulse laser charge  to baby terminator on request ,so that baby terminator can redirect it to the target thus saving precious time and energy.

The flash from the remote on his forearm prompted Mr. Hopkins to open the flap of the remote controller, on its LCD display a message was blinking. “Mission accomplished “! In less than half, an hour terminator wiped out every living thing on that remote island!

 This time west had won the battle against war on terror. No .1 and No 2 are still at large …

The hunt is on …

 Thousands and thousand of miles away Ji started working on his dream project. Book about new religion. Ji says. “The day people realize that there is only one god for all. A god above religion based messanger of god make the world better place to live in “…… 

 Ji’s vision is far ahead of our times…

 “ONE WORLD, ONE GOD, ONE RELIGION…THAT IS HUMANITY”                                        

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ETERNAL LOVE. A si-fi love story.

July 20, 2008

ETERNAL LOVE. A si-fi love story.

A LOVE STORY based on Science FICTION
Author- Jivan
It is an eternal love story based on my life. Ajay. That’s me! Dies in a freak accident. I was brought back to life after twenty-five years! Thanks to our science and technology. Now my girl friend; Maya is happily married woman with a grown up son. . Will I reunite with my love? What had happened to our only lost love child?

My Dad had decided to celebrate my MBA degree at the Hilton hotel. He made arrangements for my colleagues. Naha came to my house by sharp 8.p.m. she looks terribly sexiting in her new out fit. She wore a macro leather skirt to display her perfect bottom and slender legs .her leather jacket zip was kept open to show beautiful cleavage and her heavy bosom.

I told my parents that I would be back by 11.pm. we got into my Ferrari and hit the road towards Hilton hotel. At the lobby our colleagues were waiting for us. They all jeered at us for coming late. My friends were salivating after seeing Naha. Girls found her presence bit intimidating. I was in my best of Armani suiting. I tried to look cool.

My dad had arranged every thing for us at the crystal hall .it was a gift from my dad to celebrate my MBA degree. We all moved to crystal hall. We were greeted with bust of music .our welcome drink was champagne. I announced party ” come on every body, let’s party…NO limits, enjoy yourself ” they all screamed like kids… “YeeeeeeeYahaaaaaaaaaa! “. Most of them finished their welcome drink with one gulp and hit the floor to dance. I want to give them personnel touch .I took control of bar our mini bar .now and then my colleagues approached me with their empty champagne glass. I had to show them that my Dad is not a Kanjoos (miser). I enjoyed listing to the music and served Royal Challenge to my colleagues .I encouraged them “No limits. Enjoy the party”. Naha came to me and invited me to dance with her. “Neha, I will join with our latter. You know I am the host.” she went back to the floor to dance with others. Every guy wanted to dance with Naha. Girls were fuming with the presence of Naha. They all felt they look out dated. One of the disgruntled girl Ms.Monisha want me to dance with her. Poor soul. I felt sorry for her and dance with her for some time.
It was around 10 p.m. I invited every one for buffet. “Come on friends. Let’s have some food.” like in our collage canteen they formed Que. Naha and I served food for them. Later we collected food on a platter and had a quite dinner and drinks together.
After the dinner every body was in a relaxed mood .my colleagues insisted me to tell them about my feature plans. I was not prepared for it; I need time to think about it. At home my parents want me to get married and settle down before I start working for our own business. I insisted that each and every one tell about their future plan before I announce it at the end. Most of them talked about making it big with MNC. Some of them are looking for greener Pasteur across the seven seas.
My best friend Naha was standing next to me. Now it was her turn. I had no idea abut her future plans. I was eagerly waiting her to say some thing about her plans. She was trying to steal the limelight. She took her own time to announce…” Guys and Girls!” … I believe in an institution called marriage! Every body was disappointed but we all managed to say in unison “OOOOOH”. We tried to sympathies with her. I though of adding “an institution called legalized prostitution.” This chick is a gone case. She just loves to produce babies. . I thought she would go places. Here she talks about her future marriage. She continued “I studied MBA to look for Mr. Right so that I can be the deciding factor. Thank you” “.Now it was my turn.” My parent means every thing to me. They want me to get married and settle down before I take up job at my Dad’s office. My parents are great people. They allowed me to choose my life partner. The day I meet my dream girl, I will settle down in my life…” Naha teased me.” Yaar… what about me? “
I told her that we would remain friends forever… (1)

After every told about their ambitions in their life; guys instead that Naha sings song for us. We all know that she sings pretty well with her melodious voice .she asked for remote mike and unzipped her leather jacket and placed it on the bar. Under the leather jacket she wore one cut banyan. She was not even wearing bra. Her vertical slit navel was pierced and locked with a small platinum ring .it looks cute on her fabulous abdomen. I went around serving drinks for my colleagues. The steward gave a remote mike to her. She started singing title song of Titanic in Karaoke mode.” Every night in my dream…”
I went back to mini bar and collected another bottle of Royal challenge. She stretched her left arms at me. With new bottle in my hand I went close to her. She coolly put her left arm around my hip and went on singing “…. Near…. Far…..Where ever you are…” now and then she stated drooling over me. I knew she was teasing me.
I noticed she was taller me, may be around six feet. With sign language I conveyed steward to serve drinks to my friends. After her song applauds were followed .she looked at me for complements. I placed a gentle peck on her cheek; only to receive a thunderous applauds. The flashlights had frozen those sweet moments.
It was around 11p.m girls want to return home. After our last drink I signed hotel bills. Naha put back her leather jacket and we made it to the lobby. Naha and I bid each and every one of our friends. They all thanked me for giving them a memorable party. I give my car key to the valet boy to bring my car. I think Naha had few extra pegs. She looked straight into my eyes as if asking me “your place or my place? “. I dodged her eyes, by the time my car was bought to portico .I paid tips to valet boy. “Come on Naha. Get in; I will drop you at your place “. I opened front door for her. “My place? Great! “. I knew she loves teasing me. She got into the car and sat with her legs crossed. She made comfortable by tilting her seat and leaning back on her .I turned on ignition. Pushed on CD changer button and shifted gear. Car took of with a roar. By the time we left the hotel
It was already 11-15 p.m. I started driving on the main road at about 50.Km/h and was lost in thoughts. “Day after tomorrow Naha will be leaving for her native place…. She only wants to get married and produce children! I could not figure out why an ultra modern girl wants to settle down too early in her life…” I notice one pajero turbo charger following our car.” how time flies … two years of our friendship … Naha is a fun loving girl. She is my best friend. She is a deadly combination of intelligence, smart and sexy. But she is still not my dream girl … she is ok….” she changed her legs to make her presence felt. I slipped back to my thoughts.” how a dream girl does look like…?”

I started driving on the main high way. Except little vehicular traffic road was almost deserted. Pajero started running parallel to our car. I looked through the window. They brought their car close to us. There were five youngsters in it. They were all leering at Naha. I reduced speed to allow them to over take us. They cut diagonally across to me. Forcing me to slam on breaks. We came to an abrupt halt. I wanted to know what these guys are up to. Five of those guys got out of their SUV and approached us. These guys are looking for trouble. One of the guys leaned on the car and tried to grab the car key .I flicked it even before he could get it. Form the left side of the car a guy started troubling Naha. He got the look of a road Romeo. I think he could be their Boss. I said ” wait you guys; what do you want? Money or car?”(My car is fitted with GPS tracking system. it can be traced out in a matter of time). They did not say anything.
I told them “why don’t you take my car and leave us alone?”
Romeo opened the left side door and pulled Naha out of the car. Naha came to her sense. He put his left arm around her neck and held her too close to him. She pleaded me to rescue her.”AJAY…. HELP…! “. ” Look Naha. I am no Hero. Let me negotiate with them.” as I got out of the car I put car key in my pocket.

(2)

Romeo told me ” She is the sexiest girl’. You better take your car and get lost. I promise no harm; I will drop her at her palace.” he assured me by kissing on her right cheek. With his hand he felt her flat and sexy abdomen.
I stated negotiating with him.” Look Mr. Romeo. You just leave her alone. Take my car; it is worth more than eighty-five lakhs.” Four other guys menacingly closed on me. One of them warned me.” our Boss is telling you to save your life and you are telling him to get lost with your car?” Romeo dragged Naha towards his SUV. He then suddenly changed his mind. “Fix that guy and bring his car too…!” Naha put up fight with him but it was of no use. That hefty guy took care of her resistance. Not even one single patrol car was visible on the main high way. Only few couple of vehicles went past us with out even stopping…. With his right hand Romeo opened his SUV front door. Naha snatched car key and threw it into the open gutter. He gave her one good thrashing across her face. I need to manage these four guys before I could save her .I stated thinking double fast. “If I gave my car key to these guys they will take my car and escape. While Romeo searching his car keys in the gutter I can fix him…” It was a wishful thought .A blow on my chest brought back me to life. Next punch was closing on my face; I ducked it in the nick of time and with my elbow I rammed on his groin .he was holding on to his dear life in writhing pain on the road. I took couple of steps back “I send out an open invitation to Romeo “Hey. Romeo, come and join the fun.” he released his grip on Naha. He wanted to join the fun…he was walking towards me… It has been more than two years since I stopped practicing kick boxing. I switched on to defense mode. Instead of attacking I want to work fast on their strategies and next move. It took me some time to get into the rhythm. After a bit of struggle I managed to subdue them. Naha came over to me .she then hugged and kissed on my cheek.
She said “I never new you could fight pretty well.”
“No. Naha. I am not a fighter. I learned Kickboxing for my self-defense. Here is my car key.” I gave my car key to Naha and went to Romeo. He could hardly get up. I caught him by his shirt collar and folded his right arm behind him. He made a painful sound.
“Come on. Move your Ass… you are coming with me to the police station.” he begged me to leave him…
“O.K. on one condition, you will touch my friend’s feet and ask for forgiveness for misbehaving with her .it is just that simple .O.K”? He was not happy. I raised his right arm further higher. He then agreed by saying “Aahaaaaaa.” I said that was fine. Naha was standing next to the car. With his twisted hand held by me, he had no other choice left. He bends in front of Naha to touch her feet. She moved away… “You stupid Naha, he wants to ask you for forgiveness .you just bless him “. As I further twisted his right arm he touched Naha’s feet and said “Sorry “. I congratulated him” good boy.” I told Naha to start the car. “Romeo now you will open the back door for us.O.K? ” Romeo interrupted me. “Sir, you promised me…” I cut him short “. In this condition you will come anywhere with me. Agree…?”. I further tightened my grip on his Arm.” You shut your tarp and just follow my instructions, is that clear?” the pain on his face assured me of his kind cooperation .we both got into the car and Naha started driving on the main high way. “Neha. Is this how you drive a Ferrari? Step on the gas pedal.” She shifted gears in rapid session and car went cruising on the high way….
“Naha. Take the first coming left turn; you will find police station on your right side. After you cross the police station about fifty feet you will drop us. I do not want you to come to the police station. You take my car to your place. I will get it tomorrow morning. Understood?” she said “O.K. Ajay “. I switched on GPS on my cell. Then I dialed Naha’s number. She took her cell to answer me with out even checking the number.” it’s me honey! “She looked at me though the rear mirror.” What is so funny “? She wanted to know.

“Nothing. Dear. You are taking my cell with you; do not switch off till you reach your home .I do not want any more untoward incident happening to you till you reach your home. Now you exchange your phone with mine. “.We exchanged our cell phone with out switching it off…
(3)
After we went past police station I told Naha to stop the car. I go out of the car with Romeo. I asked Naha to drive straight to her home. She hit on the straight road. Holding his arm in an uncomfortable position he seems an obedient boy. As we walked towards the police station, with my left hand I made phone call to my Dad.
“Dad. I am here at K-2 police station.”
“What happened? Ajay?” there was shock in his voice. “Nothing serious. I hope you will make it to the police station…” he assured me that he will be here in any moment. I put Naha’s cell back into my pocket. “Now listen Romeo. You know at the police station only money and power can talk? You chose a wrong person to pick up fight. In few minutes time you will come to know of my power and me. At the police station I will do the talking. Don’t ask for any more trouble. Understood “?
We entered into the police station. In front of inspector I release the grip on him. Inspector looked at me with a question mark on his face .I introduced my self.” I am son of. Mr.Vishawanath Prathap singh. CEO of Dax Air Ways…” .I held out my hand. Inspector seems bit civilized. He shook my hand. “Take your seat.” he offered me chair.” thank you, I am. Ajay. Sir, I have a small problem with this guy… “. Ummmm. What happened? He inquired. I continued “After our sendoff party at Hilton hotel I was returning with in my friend’s car. These guys over took our car and forced us to stop. Four other friends of this guy forcibly tired to take way my friend’s car…”
Inspector “four other guys? Where are they…?”
I…” I left them on the main high way…” mean while four others guys with their SUV arrived at the police station, followed by high way police patrol car. Those guys were bought in front of inspector. He got up form his chair and went straight to one guy and thrashed him .he screamed on top of his voice.” you are already wanted by us. What is all this nonsense.” .he asked police to lock him behind the bar. Mean while my Dad arrived at the police station. I got up form the chair. Inspector wished my Dad. He smiled at him and shook his hand with inspector. I offered my chair.” Ajay. What is all this?”
“Relax Dad, nothing serious. These guys stopped our car and misbehaved with Naha. I allowed Naha to take my car. I did not want her to come to police station. She will return my car by tomorrow morning”. Inspector asked Romeo about his details. He mentioned the name of a jewelry shop. He requested inspector to make one phone call to his Dad, may be he wanted to show of his strength. Inspector allowed him to make phone call. Romeo started with “Dad. There is a small problem; I am at K-2 police station…”may be inspector does not want to book FIR. He asked my Dad whether he wants to file the case or just warn those youngsters. I could hear the sound of car door closing. Over the cell Naha announced “Ajay. I am home…” I took out her cell from my pocket. It seems Dad wanted to talk to her. I handed it over to Dad. “Naha .Are you safe?” she answered it by saying “Uncle. I am safe at home “. Dad wished her “Good night. Neha “he returned her cell back to Me.” fine. Naha. I will speak to you latter” .I switched off her cell and put back in my pocket.
Romeo’s father. A short, fat marwadi barged into the room. With folded hand he approached inspector. he asked his son ” Khya hu- wa po-ther”? (What happened my son?). He introduced himself to the inspector. Another chair was bought for him. Inspector introduced him to my Dad. “This gentle men is the owner of Dax air ways.” Romeo’s father folded both hands at my Dad. My Dad acknowledges him with his gustier. Inspector continued ” You son had misbehaved with Ajay’s girl friend and also tried to forcibly took away his car “.

Romeo’s father stared at his direction. Behind him he noticed is friends, especially the one behind the bars .He pointed at the guy behind the lock up room and fired at his son ” I told you several time to disassociate with that guy.. ” inspector in formed him ” that guy is a wanted man in several cases…” Romeo’s father.” Vijay. You heard what inspector said. Did not I warn you several times? “. His father turned to my Dad. Sir, please do not file the case. This will be the last warning for my son…” Romeo (Vijay) came to my Dad “Uncle. I am extremely sorry. I promise.” my Dad looked at me .I left my choice with my Dad. My Dad told Vijay’s father.” see that they do not repeat same mistake” Vijay’s father thanked my Dad profusely. My Dad got up to go.
(4)
Inspector gave stern warning to Vijay.” Look. Vijay just because this gentlemen forgave you I am just warning you. I don’t want any more future problems form you failing which I will be forced to take drastic actions against you. Have you understood clearly?” with his bowed head he said “yes sir, I promise no more problems from me….”.
My Dad had already moved out of the room. Vijay’s father thanked inspector and left behind a sweet box. May be it contained Rs.10, 000 or so. He then ran after my Dad.” excuse me Sir…” Vijay came to me and said “I am sorry Ajay.” he held out his hand for me” I placed my left hand on his shoulder “Vijay. Change for a better tomorrow.” I moved on. He followed me. I heard inspector ordering police to lockup his friends.
Near the car Vijay’s father was talking to my Dad. “Sir, my son got spoiled all because of his friends…. I am extremely sorry for the trouble caused by my son…” he then changed his topic. “Sir, I heard you are opening air lines booking office across the cities…”.
Dad gave him his personnel visiting card “contact my office and just refer my name. Start our branch for your son and see whether he became a responsible man “. Vijay’s father again folded his hand at my Dad. I told Vijay’s father “see you Uncle.” and got inside our car. He waved at me. When we got home it was 12.40a.m.

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