Back to the Roots

2010-04-01T03:05:00.001-07:00

Chapter 2

K.K

At about 5 feet 11 inches he was as average as most guys come. But at 5 meters away trust me, there was only one thing you could do, start praying for forgiveness to god for all the sins you had done. The last thing you could see was his index finger squeezing the trigger of his custom made ‘Chili’ a six shooter modified at his basement. He was my best friend. We had worked closely in so many assignments. He was an ex-army sergeant. Didn’t talk much. His eyes spoke most of what he wanted to say. I could say that he had only 2 expressions Grumpy and not grumpy. I guess it comes as a part of the job thing. He was a like me, you could dump him to hell and he would come right back and wink at you and ‘blink’ you were dead. No one would ever know who did it. Military forensics, they don’t event teach the cops that I guess. The last time he took out a RAW agent we were standing there under the spotlight, the RAW had called him in to help find clues, he was that good.

They dropped him at some place in Gaza to kill some guy under Mossad’s imprisonment, That bastard had gotten me killed almost, it cost 19 stitches 2 Armani's’ and 2 Glocks , My EOS Mark V as well. He paid for it all, “Cash” he would say “now that is what makes it fun”. I had to drag him by his collar to the extraction point.

K.K : “ You nut, I left my watch in there. How do i leave without it.”

Me: “ I’ll get it, you are careless as usual. This is the last time I do this for you. Next time I will had over your ass to those guys.”

I got that watch after about dodging a few bullets and getting my neck almost slashed , and the bastard says “Keep it, I had earned it the same way, Now you have” , he then blacks out. I can hear the military in a typical Ghost Recon game utter “Move it, lets go lets’ go.” am thinking if I am in a game after all. I guess I am.

Dreams

2010-04-01T02:13:00.001-07:00

Part I

I was in Kerala , I had gone to visit one of my teachers. Strangely she recollects my face quite instantly.Teachers I tell you , I wonder how come she does, It’s been so long.

Teacher : “Aah you are the same guy who used to be silent. You were 5 years old but you still would always tag along holding one girl close to you. Do you remember her”

Me: “I don’t recollect her name, but I think you know the reason I am here.” ('’Teachers’ I think deeply looking at her out of focus, so devastating to the shields of our minds some times, they get into our heads and read.

Its been 25 years since I last met anyone from “Holy Family’ Alathur. Alathur was a nice place, probably the busiest city in Palakkad back then, famous for the fried banana chips and Halwa. The chips would make you a fan and the Halwa would make you want a little more but the oil overload and the thought of acidity hitting you would stop your thoughts of any further indulgence.

Teacher: “Wait let me call her, lets see if she recollects you.”

Me: “This I got to see first hand.” Whatever be the reason, no one has ever been able to forget me so far in life. I am quite surprised why, I wasn't the best person they knew or the worst. Minds strange things they are indeed.

Teacher: “She said she remembers your name, but nothing more than that, she will be right over, her house is five minutes down the road.”

Me: “ Hey ask her to bring her husband along, It will be great to meet him as well.” (Suddenly my mind was a 5 year old, holding a popsicle, jumping with glee as if there was no tomorrow, yet that voice didn’t have that joy and I didn’t know why., and teachers I’ll tell you used to be quite sharp at noticing these small things when I was a kid. To them it was about what they loved doing, not the paycheck as most teachers are concerned about today.

She looked at my eyes, all round, lit up, yet my voice somehow had despair.

Teacher: “She is coming alone, she hasn't married”

The fuses that had blown up darkening the sparkle of my eyes suddenly seem to kick in bringing the light back in them. I was 30 single by choice. There were so many women I was involved with but never more than an hour at most. It just felt all wrong. Earlier when I was 14 I would count the number of women I would have been in bed with, and also the number of times. Then the list grew and grew and I stopped counting. Trust me when you are 16 there is nothing worse than your mother finding one of your black books, can be quite embarrassing.

Summers in Kerala, they are not the best but there is something you could do to beat the heat, I was a survivalist, I had been thrashed, drowned, dumped in the desert been hit and run in the dark alleys of Mumbai, but I had survived. My right arm sometimes pains, I guess a glock at point blank pumping 3 bullets linearly with them smashing through the bone marrow can do that to you. It had healed but the mark remained, the memory remained, the pain.. does pain ever go away, It does if the one shooting you is someone you don’t know. Not if it’s your best friend. Apparently K.K was.

Pornography

2010-03-15T12:50:00.001-07:00

The big problem with pornography is defining it. You can't
just say it's pictures of people naked. For example, you have these
primitive African tribes that exist by chasing the wildebeest on foot, and they have to go around largely naked, because, as the old tribal saying goes: "N'wam k'honi soit qui mali," which means, "If you think you can catch a wildebeest in this climate and wear clothes at the same time, then I have some beach front property in the desert region of Northern Mali that you may be interested in."
So it's not considered pornographic when National Geographic
publishes color photographs of these people hunting the wildebeest naked, or pounding one rock onto another rock for some primitive reason naked, or whatever. But if National Geographic were to publish an article entitled "The Girls of the California Junior College System Hunt the Wildebeest Naked," some people would call it pornography. But others would not. And still others, such as the Spectacularly Rev. Jerry Falwell, would get upset about seeing the wildebeest naked.

-- Dave Barry, "Pornography"

Back to me

2010-02-12T06:03:00.001-08:00

Sometimes the ~~easiest~~,~~best~~, ~~simplest~~ thing to do is whatever your mind tells you. Well thanks to everyone I am back at doing what i like. Some things just turn out to be so different than what is needed.But i guess its ok, if not then you got to live by them.

Often things are simple to say, like I hate this laptop for instance, because it runs XP and the touch pad has a mind of its own, though I am a dell fan. What ever it is we have to do what we feel like. Whenever it is to be done.