The Conspiracy Theory

Episode: Top 50 Freaky Accidents in the city last year

(not in order of weirdness)

Fatality 1 Loc: Redhills; Month: June; Casualty: 1; Victim Details: Male, 27 years, Single.

Kite thread slit bike rider’s throat killing him on the spot. Miraculous escape for the pillion rider, the victim’s father who was inconsolable after the accident. City Police issued ban on use of ground glass glued threads for Kite flying.  

Fatality 2 Loc: ECR; Month: November; Casualty: 1; Victim Details: Female, 22 years, Married.

An Air-conditioner malfunctioning inside a luxury imported car of a film actor emanates poisonous gas and kills his wife, leaving the newly wed mourns in despair. The victim was reportedly in an inebriated state when left her friend’s birthday party.

Fatality 3 & 4 Erroneous power supply kills 2 in two different accidents. 

Loc: Poonamallee High Road; Month: September; Casualty: 1; Victim Details: Male, 50 Yrs, Married.

A thrill-ride in an amusement park ends the life journey of a rich gentleman who ailed with heart diseases. An unexpected power failure and faulty diesel generator left no choice for the authorities to halt the giant wheel for 90 minutes with all the fun seekers aboard. Most unfortunate was the victim, his wife, and two children whose shell was at the peak of the wheel when the incident happened.

Loc: Puzhal; Month: September; Casualty: 1; Victim Details: Male, 45 Yrs, Married.

A jogger, politician by profession died on a rainy Sunday morning after apparently running under a live electricity cable which was dangling under his overhead.

Fatality 5 Loc: Madipakkam; Month: October; Casualty: 1; Victim Details: Female, 18 Yrs, Single.

Girl missing for 3 days found dead in an uncovered drainage sump. Recent heavy rains in those parts of the city became the culprit as it made the pit almost invisible on the flooded muddy roads.

Fatality 6 Loc: Chrompet; Month: December; Casualty: 1; Victim Details: Female, 28 Yrs, Single.

A wrong phon…

Episode: Mail from the Prime Recruiter

From: theprimerecruiter@causal-nexus.com

To: boss_aka_thegodman@causal-nexus.com

Sub: Request for Voluntary Suspension from Causal Nexus

Dear Boss:

Apropos to the spat we had last night about the time wasted in trying to recruit her for the Organization, I hereby request you to suspend myself for the next 2 months period as a corrective measure for the same.

You always advised me that some will never oblige to emotions and those hard-nuts can never be cracked and it is better to leave alone those nuts than trying to recruit them for the organization. I always differed with this ideology of yours. I'm a strong believer that everybody has an Achille's heel till my beliefs got shaken by her. 

Itz not that only she can be the right person for the job. Itz my desperation to prove an alternate way for causing the irreparable damage in anyone’s life. And Yes... also to secure my 100% success recruitment rate in my organization. Plus the icing on the cake would be, the story which she is trying to report that leads towards 'Causal Nexus' would come to an end. 

I always tried my best to keep intact the ethos of the organization by adhering to your GOLDEN RULE.

Recruits should've undergone irreparable damage in their life in the recent times and the only irreparable damage in anyone’s life could be the unexpected death of someone close to their heart.  

But if there is no chaos in any organization, it will become rigid n crumble. The challenge of change provokes creativity. As the Organization's assignments increased rapidly, I started to explore many options to bring new recruits. Many options to cause irreparable damage.

And finally!!! I chose love breakup. She chose to love him. And he chose to ditch her just before marriage. The society did the rest. Everything fell in place so beautifully. But the unexpected part was her firmness post breakup. Never ever met such a cold person in my life. Humans are supposed to break if their most loved ones ditch them. And she was truly, madly, deeply loved him. But she moved on in 6 months just like that. Unimaginable. 

10 months of attempts by myself & the society to make her break. But none were fructified. 

I couldn't resist but to admire her.

Sigh…

Now I realize that the only way to gain back your affinity is by proving you that the time invested in recruiting her haven’t went in vain. And also by proving you that the alternate way I chose for irreparable damage was never a bad option. And I got these 2 months to do it.

Needless to mention that I always carry high regards for you since our first encounter in the loony bin and I owe you a lot for helping me to escape from the institution and giving me this job. Now its time for me to repay my debt.

See you again with my 100% success rate in recruitment for the Organization.

Yours devotedly

The Prime Recruiter.

Episode: Another Love Story, Yet so special

Should I??? or Should I not??? 

What if she didn’t reply??? What if she says I’m busy??? What if she asks who is this??? But What if she replies back with the same HI…

And it happened in the much loved way. The first few days of our chat was enough to realize that we like each other. Enough to comprehend we won’t be just two competing journalists anymore. Enough to fix our first date.

And the date arrived. The date which I’m gonna cherish for the rest of my life. Venue:  the most serene place on earth.

Exchanged smiles and pleasantries.  But most of the time was spent in silence. A silence in which we discovered the love we had on each other which we never expressed. At the outset, we became good friends on the first date. A few days passed in finding rather creating a reason to meet again. And the next date arrived in the same venue. The Good became best. Smiles increased and the distance reduced.We never wanted to part. Like us the good times and the hard times too. 

She always appeared to me like a beautiful sad poem. I fell for that. But never thought that there was a real sadness attached to her. And when she revealed it, I actually didn't bothered about it. Her troubled past is just another sentence heard from the beautiful voice. It was not just a bygones be bygones feeling. But because of the admiration I had on her. Though the fact hit me hard, all I felt was a sorry for the agony she had. It drew me closer towards her. But the fact is a fact. She never wanted to break the shackles laid on her by the goddamn society. And she said 'that's reality'. Who could expect such comment from the most rationalist mind. My good times and the hard times married each other.

We found heaven when we held our hands and walked. We wish that road should end nowhere. But the reality chased us from behind.  We know well that we never gonna win this race. But we never wanna give up so easily. We walked fast and tried to stay away from reality. But somewhere inside me keeps on saying that why can’t the reality be changed.  For everyone’s good. But she thought the other way. She enjoyed the company of hard times. And I remained clueless admiring the cute sad poem.

The road was leading nowhere. But we both know it might end any moment. We had no option but to stop there and stay there. That’s our only way to stop that road from ending. We stopped right there. We stopped talking from each other. We stopped meeting from each other. We stopped walking. We stopped kissing. We stopped hugging. But our hands were still held close. The affection we had reached the saturation level at that moment and stayed there along with us. Nobody could find a reason for what we did. We might took a chance. Perhaps that road will go for a while. Perhaps the reality might leave us and walk back.

But What if…

Successfully completed 365 sleepless, peaceless, happyless days.

Still longing for the warmth of her tender arms. The thought of changing the reality aroused again making my days & nights more terrible. Reached the serene place alone for the 1095th time to relish my memories. That’s my only cure. A car which was about to leave from the parking transited who meant my life. Probably she also could be searching for the same cure. The resistance which handcuffed me for the past one year vanished today for no reason. Was it for good or to make it worse than ever???

My legs walked towards her without my instruction. Making her notice me is just clearing my throat away.     

Should I??? or Should I not??? 

Episode:  Confessions of a God-Man

Some says he is an incarnation of God X. Some says he is blessed with super powers. Some says he is the new age Nostradamus. Some says he is a fate-changer. Some says he himself is the fate. But Some says.... he is just another farce. 

Ladies & Gentleman... Mr. God-Man

Journalist: Good evening

God-Man: God Bless u

JT: So... tell me Mr. God-Man. When will it rain next?

GM: I'm not a weather forecaster.

JT: Ok then... tell me which are the best stocks that will get doubled in no time.

GM: I'm not a fortune teller.

JT: So... what are you? A Magician?

GM: A simple human who is trying to help his race.

JT: How?

GM: By satisfying with what they need for.

JT: I need money. Can you provide.

GM: Its not need. Its a greed. 

JT: OK. Just park it there. Tell me about your Organization. Why you named it 'Causal Nexus'.

GM: Because we are the Cause and we are the Effect.

JT: How is that... Can you just explain.

A CLASSIC CASE SCENARIO - CAUSAL NEXUS

A bike rider is dead in a weird accident   *  The road was blocked for some indefinite period   *   A jogger had no option but to choose a new road and ends up loving it more as it had more roadside trees  *  Father of the bike rider became a drunkard but continues performing his tree-cutting job religiously *  Monsoon arrived on date  *  Tree cutter’s duty was assigned in the new route of the jogger  *  The jogger who is a local politician dead in a weird accident   *  All the local schools, transportation and shops are forced to shut for a week following the politician death  *  Father of a school child in the same locale bunks office & takes family to an amusement park to pacify his kid on his boring holidays  *  With no transportation, the electricity board worker couldn’t reach office  *  Power failure in the amusement park  *  The father of the school child, who is also a rich gentleman dead in a weird accident  *  The drainage sump lid making business of the rich gentleman is closed  *  Shortage of inventory of lid *  Few drainage sumps left uncovered    A girl dead in a weird accident   *  The elder brother of the girl who works as a driver cum car maintainer for a film actor couldn’t concentrate on the job and took a break for a week  *  The film actor’s wife dead in a weird accident   * Friend of the film actor’s wife works in a call centre.

JT: Whats this? A Seminar on Chaos theory?

GM: (angrily) There is nothing chaotic about it. Its just the cause & the effect. Try to understand the beauty of it.

JT: OK… Let me try to connect the dots…. There is an accident…

GM: A weird Accident.

JT: Fine… weird … And then those who lost their loved ones is identified by your prime recruiter.

GM: Identified & Recruited. The best part: they never know it.

JT: And then these recruits make some mistake in depression due to loss of the loved one.

GM: not mistakes. Just perform their duties to keep the wheel spinning.

JT: which leads to another accident.

GM: Nope. Another weird accident.

JT: Everything happens by itself. What does your Organization do in this.

GM: We do jus what you did now. We ‘connect the dots’.

JT: (after a deep thought) so… you cause all these freaky accidents in the city.

GM: No… We are not murderers. We are just facilitators. We just ensure that everything happens like clockwork.

JT: The clock never stops?

GM: Well... touchwood… not yet.

JT: Oh come on Mr. God-Man. You can’t run away from your prime recruiter's failure attempt to complete a project on a journalist girl.

GM: No… we completed the project. The clock is ticking.

JT: (with amusement) You recruited her?

GM: No. We killed the girl.

Fatality 6 Loc: Chrompet; Month: February; Casualty: 1; Victim Details: Female, 24 Yrs, Single.

A wrong phone call from a call centre turns fatal for a young woman while crossing the railway track. The victim was reportedly a journalist and accompanied by her boyfriend who is also in the same profession.

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JT: And?

GM: The journalist guy who truly, madly, deeply loved her is recruited for the organization.

THE END

Behind the Scenes

JT: Mr. God-Man… Mr. God-Man… Excuse me plz…

GM: Yes…

JT: This prime recruiter of yours. Some says he is just an extension of yourself. Another personality of yours. Is that possible?

GM: Yes.

JT: How?

GM: Just like how you are possible.

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Writer's Block

Act I : The Cry of the Legend

less anyone knows about the cruelty of a writer's block.

on the surface, it is just a trivial syndrome any writer would face at some point of time in their life; even the legends had this problem.

but what if it persists???

could be worse than the most painful thing on earth. worse than a break-up with your loved one.

it will leave you paralyzed.

and its one month to two years since i wrote a complete full page.

bedridden for the past ten months. nervous breakdown. severe headache. doctor gave some name for it. remembering that gave more headache.

i really don’t know which leads what?

tried exploring new things by frequent traveling in the virtual world. romance, action, comedy  all the hell i tried. but nothing shaped well.

the crumpled papers and cigarette butts increased day by day. and now its unable to know the color of my carpet.

sometimes i seriously doubt whether it was me who wrote the best seller three years before.

oh god... i lost that momentum...   i lost the charm of writing.

but i desperately want to repeat that magic.

will this be the end of my career? then it will be the end of my life as well.

i was just thinking how it started.

was it that previous huge success that succumbed me like this?

or the continuous demand from the publisher for new stories drained out all my creativity?

or its the fellow writers who continuously proving they are better than the best?

or i'm done with what i'm capable of?

or this is the end of the world?

what the hell is going wrong?

Act II : The Sin of the Legend

finally when the publishers came with a murkier idea that all i have to do is lend my name to a story written by some anonymous writer, i helled with them.

how dare they can ask me to be a plagiarist? heights of insanity.

am i that worse?

definitely not. i can live in this hell, i replied them, actually tipped them.

they realized i want to live still. they came back with a life threat. i agreed and outsourced my name.

why blame them. its the lust for pride that induces to accept the proposal.

within week, the verdict was out. this book will be the best seller of the year.

but within another week, the owner of the story came out from the den and declared me as a pirate and filed a suit against the publisher and myself.

week 3 passed. the publisher's smile revealed that this is their gimmick to make the book a bigger winner than this. they just dont want to stop with what it is now? but they supported me.

week 4. the book was declared as the best seller of the year.

week 5. the original writer committed suicide. and the publishers gave that sheepish smile again.

week 6. i suffered from a disease called guiltiness much worse than writer's block. chronic insomnia added to the prevailing woes. lack of sleep is lack of life. thereafter i spent most of my time in tears of remorse.


and after week 6 i never recovered.

Act III : The Memoir of the  Legend

And after week 6 he never recovered.


I made my mind to end it this way. 

I named it Writer’s Block - dedicated to 'the legend' and decided to publish it myself at any cost.

The added tag ‘Based on a True Story’ proved enough to bring that infamous dark publisher to the light of justice.

And it turned out to be the best seller of the year.

THE END

and that was 3 years before,
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now its one month to two years since I wrote a complete full page.
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less anyone knows about the cruelty of Writer’s block.

Manjal Kudai

It was just another day at office for Indra till she was interrupted by a note labeled ‘breaking news’ while anchoring the morning program. She glanced at it, and nervously ran out of the studio without bothering about the live coverage. When she entered home she saw Amudha with her drained out eyes piercing into the TV screen in which Indra's colleague reported with some footage that the government of neighboring country has won the war after killing the leader of the militants group followed by a genocide in which almost all the militants are  killed. Indra hugged amudha and cried. But Amudha didn’t take any notice of that.

Thiru came out of the kitchen with two teas and said hi to Indra. Indra pointed to the TV and Thiru nodded. Without taking the eyes off the TV, amudha sipped the tea. Thiru sat next to amudha and looking at Indra he told 'you aren't joining us this time'.

Thiru knows well that this could be the only way to save amudha who is on the verge of depression. After much procastination, Thiru took the decision when the war is at intense and bought the tickets for two on the next day amudha successfully completed 30 sleepless nights.

After amudha left the living room, Thiru bear hugged Indra and told 'I thought you never allow' for which Indra replied, "Did you asked me permission?"

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After his aunt passed away, Vickremasinghe lived alone in that house. He made the guests rooms ready and went to receive them. During travel to home, vikram and thiru had a brief discussion about the situation in the country. Vikram informed Thiru that the country became too dangerous post war and ‘only the war is stopped not fear’. Thiru told he didn’t bother about that as he mastered the surviving skills in the last visit. Though, thiru know well that the search is going to be tougher than the last time he never lost his hope on Shama and decided to find her and return back to home within a week.

With all the first two week's search efforts went in vain, Vikram finally managed to get special permission to access the 'prison for militants'. Thiru postponed his return for the second time as this chance came as a real hope for them to find Shama. Both of them were distressed to see a prison entirely different from what they foresee in their mind. ‘This could be the cruelest prison in the world’ thiru told to himself. It has been too late for them to come out of that trauma and start their search as the prison officer already signaled that ‘it’s time for them to leave’. Thiru didn’t care about it and searched intensely while vikram tried in convincing the officer which became futile. When the officer forced them to egress, thiru furiously started reciting the poem which saved him from the militants seven years before. Just before exit, vikram hold thiru’s hand as he heard another sharp voice reciprocating the poem. They both pushed aside the officer and eagerly went near to the militant who declaimed the poem. The inmate came to the front of cell and starred at them. But the reluctant militant refused to share anything initially. But after seeing Thiru's condition he understood how deliberate his search is and referred to the same place where Thiru proclaimed the poem before and said he could find a lot of them there. May be Shama too.

Thiru was even unable to differentiate days and nights in the past two weeks. But when they reached that place, his senses were alleviated as the place remained as green and fresh as it was before. The drizzle from the orange sky and the chilled breeze from the greeny bushes has consoled his spirits and made him realize how beautiful the evening girl is. As they gaited into the bushes, Vikram initiated the conversation by describing the beauty of that place, the whole country and the whole world. Vikram also replicated his opinion, to throw away all the weapons in the mid-sea and thereafter no life should be lost for war. Thiru told, 'the ones who always lose in the war are the civilians'. They didn't realized how much time they spent there. They even started rejoicing their reminiscence forgetting why they came for. As the sky seemed to be dark soon after, they decided to resume their search tomorrow.

Out of the blue, Vikram got his legs struck in the wet mud and unable to retrieve it. Even with Thiru's help Vikram was unable to pull of his legs. Thiru plucked a twig from the bush and started digging around Vikram's foot. Finally when Vikram managed to take out the leg, both got a glimpse of the land and in which his legs got struck. Their bodies shivered and started running on their weak knees.

Later that night Thiru woke up several times as the images of mass burial in the land struck his mind often. Unable to sleep, Thiru started to pen down a story in anguish. He brought down his moral anger, fear and anxiety to the papers. And finally when he was exhausted after four hours of scribbling, his tear rolled out from the eye marked the full-stop to his writing.

Next morning, amudha was shocked to see Thiru lying over the table in an unconscious state. She went near and tried waking him up, but when she saw the writings around him, she understood the reason behind his state and took the papers. She read it, torn it and threw into the bin. She left the room without disturbing him.

When amudha came to the living room, Vikram felt it is the right time to have a much needed discussion with Amudha. He called her and made her to sit aside. He moved away the hair from her eyes and she leaned on his shoulder.

Vikram in a subtle voice said,”Appa is very tired. Don’t disturb him." Amudha with tears replied, "I already did it a lot." Vikram hugged her and kissed in her head and told, "You have a beautiful family, loving appa, caring amma, god-blessed two brothers and the soul always cares for you, your late grandpa. It should not get destroyed because of you. You are a gifted child. Now you have the age to understand what happened here." After yesterday's experience, I felt we are riding in a road which leads nowhere. Amudha after reading Thiru's writing understood easily what vikram is trying to say. Amudha stood up and asked vikram to take her to the park where she met Shama for the first and (possibly) the last time. Agreed to amudha's request, Vikram decided to go there and come back before Thiru woke up. But before that he made all the arrangements for their departure to home and informed Indra about their arrival.

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Indra went much early to the airport and waited to receive them. Her eyes were dying to see them. As they postponed the return for three times and for some unknown reason for the last time her eagerness to see them, hug them, kiss them has reached sky high. After three hours wait, the flight arrived and she was puzzled to see Thiru coming alone and walking almost like a corpse.

She pulled his shirt and asked "Where is she?” Thiru replied in a cracked voice, "She got some work there".

Indra broke down and cried loudly hugging Thiru. Thiru didn’t react..... Indra furiously asked, 'how did you allow' and thiru looked into Indra’s eyes and with tears replied, "Did she ask me permission?"

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As Thiru and Indra started leaving the airport helplessly, an airport TV telecast reported a news that the fallen militants in the neighbor country have rose again; thanks to an unidentified 16 year old who is trying to unify the scattered militants and preparing them to take on the war again.

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P.S. : "Manjal Kudai" is the title initially decided for the movie 'Kannathil Muthamittal' later which is changed to "KM", so I felt this could be the best choice to its sequel.

"VELLAI POOKAL ULAGAM YENGUM MALARGAVE... VIDIYUM BOOMI AMAIDHIKAAGA YEZHUGHAVE"

The Chronicles of Apu

Desperate Apu, walked away from the premises of the company after having a tiff with the security personnel. Apu is not convinced to accept the reason the security person told for shutting the company indefinitely on the day he went to receive the job offer letter. Eventually it resulted in cornering Apu, not only to leave the company but this goddamn world. Apu seems not bothered about his walking in the expressway in which all the cars raced at rocket speed. Nothing stopped him from his mission to kill himself.

Life couldn't be better than this for Apu. Driving the imported car in the expressway gave him the pleasure of owning it leaving behind the sordid faced boss. He rewinds his memoirs to remind himself what all he would’ve missed if he succeeded in his attempt to kill himself in the same expressway. He giggled to himself thinking of all the joy he has got. Happiness flooded all over his feet on his last day as a driver which he tried to hide from his boss.

Looking at the driver, Apu thought about his whirlwind life. He precisely remembered the days when he was in the driver’s seat of the lavish car and his life and the bliss he had on those days till the last moment in that profession. Owning a car didn’t give the pleasure of driving it to Apu. He is scared of losing what all he got. Momentarily he cursed god for saving him from a suicide that he attempted almost two decades before and provided with all the glee in the world and now threatening to take it all back.

When he succeeded in convincing the pawn broker for granting him oxygen for the next month by pledging against his offer letter which he is going to get from the company, Apu never imagined about such a situation would happen the very next day. He walked right in to the middle of the expressway and stood still. Though many cars raced against him, nothing came in the lane where Apu is standing dejected. Finally he decides to wreak havoc in the expressway.

At the Zenith of happiness, Apu wanted to reach the company earliest as he decided to resign the next minute he reach there, despite the brutal look from his boss for his rash driving. Staring at him through the rear mirror, Apu thought to himself “Poor fellow, always in distress”. Perhaps he doesn’t know the formula of being elated. Apu decided to increase the acceleration proportional to the intensity of his boss’s vindictiveness and tested the maximum speed for the last time.

Ignoring his driver’s ignorance, Apu decided to sack him the next minute he reaches his company. For a while Apu enjoyed the speed envisaging him in the driver’s shoe. He also thought about something in his mind and told to himself, OMG! Please let it happen.

Though all the cars managed to miss him, Apu never want to miss the next one. He is glad enough to realize that he is not going to confront a cheap car as soon as he saw an imported car came on his way.

Before reaching the destination Apu thanked the driver who saved his life and also the reason behind choosing this profession. All of a sudden, a decade old scene flashed into his mind. His body trembled to see the images right through the windshield. But the speed didn’t grant him consent to think whether it is real or just a hallucination. Apu lost the control of the car.

Finally for the last time the smile peeked from its hideout. Looking at his driver instability and the act of a maniac in the road, Apu became euphoric. He knows by his reminiscence what is going to happen within the next minute. He felt himself in the twilight zone.

Despite of losing the control of the car, Apu was firm in not to hit the person. He tried desperately to save him.

Apu opened his arms, yelled “Here it comes” and ran right in-front of the car.

After completing all the formalities to enter the company, enchanted Apu proceeded to get the offer letter not before a colleague of the security rushed to him and said boss was dead in a road accident and as a result the company will be shut indefinitely.