Chaar Hafte Attahis Din...

Four weeks ago I was still in my ever blissful state of happy laziness that I thought I would never have to give up. I was in control of the pace at which I wanted things to go. I did not own a car and walked to school everyday having not bought a bus-pass in a frugal attempt to save money. I did not mind walking to school. That would be one of the best parts if the day. And then things just went crazy with just the sheer pace at which it happened. I got an offer I could not refuse and to take up that offer I had to leave good old Minneapolis and swap for Cleveland. I decided that the best way to get there would be to road-trip. It was about 800 miles. Now to road-trip I realized I needed a car. I started looking for good deals on second hand cars in the midst of trying to wrap up my work at school. I looked at one car and decided I wasn’t looking at deals anymore. I heard this dialogue in one of the crappiest movies of the summer –Transformers… “You don’t choose your car She chooses you”… that seemed so true in this case. I have been cribbing in my previous posts about having been forced to grow up… these four weeks have had me do more adult ( not XXX I would wish though).. things than ever. Heck I found myself not only planning how I was to get to Cleveland but also how to finance my car… boy was she worth all the trouble of growing up though..:) ..



Now that I had my vahanam as the D-day arrived I got most of my work wrapped in Minneapolis ( whatever little I had left K was gracious enuf to take on for me which is extremely well appreciated..:) ]. I put all of my stuff into thy new and shiny ride and bid adieu to friends so supportive I am sure I will not ever find.

And so started my journey… a foray into the unknown. The road trip was different this time because I was doing it alone this time around. It felt strange. Here how I did the 800 odd miles…

I drove to Preoria in Illinois where an old friend H had moved to in the past few months.



I spent Saturday catching up with him and driving him crazy with my HP mania. I bought HP7 and the bugger read the last page and threatened to spoil the ending.. an ending I had frankly been waiting for all of these four years since the HP bug bit me. So I used all of my vile resources in cheating him with some arbit sentimentality I somehow managed to stop him from revealing the end..( though I am sure he wouldn’t have done so even else..:)]. It was nice to catch up with him.

And then on a sunny Sunday morning I bid him adieu and started on the second leg as



As I reached Cleveland I had been of the mind that all I would have to do is look at three places that I had found on the net and move in and get settled. I was in for a shock that I did not like any of the places. It was Sunday evening and I was joining work the next day. I kicked my self for not having a plan B. Finally I found myself in a motel for the night. Now I had been warned by many that Cleveland is a ghetto place and not crime free. For some reason I could not believe it to be as bad as what it was portrayed as till I drove around looking for apartments! At one place when I was talking to a realtor that I was new to the place and how was the neighborhood he replied,” since I am renting out this place I cannot comment on the neighborhood… all I can say is that if any of my tenants have had a problem the police have bene at hand within 10 minutes”. Boy that sure psyched me out!! On top of all that I was cash strapped as well putting almost all of my life savings in getting there. Thankfully before the Super8 motel made me file for bankruptcy I found the place I knew I wanted to reside at…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaker_Heights,_Ohio

In the mean time I have also started working. Something that I have managed not to do all my life I suddenly found myself thrown into. All I can say is a clichéd… Life is full of surprises!

The Odyssey of Karikula

Prologue:

A scream sounded into the eerie night. The sentinels posted outside the queen’s chambers were on their toes. The head sentinel Ramdin knew it to be equivalent to suicide as to the next steps he was about to follow, for entering the queens chamber’s at this time of night was very much the same. But the loyalty for the royal family that was instilled in his blood was much stronger than the fear of his own life. He ordered the chamber doors to be opened and entered. What he saw brought him to tears for the beloved queen he had served so ardently over the years lay on her beautiful ornate golden bed with a a knife buried like the sword of Arthur. Blood was everywhere. And then that sorrow turned to rage as he turned to see the stable head cringing in tears at the foot of the bed. He had an irresistible urge to make use of his beautiful aide. But intelligence prevailed and he ordered the stable head to be taken into custody.

Deductions :

I was not a happy man. I felt pity at the position my young apprentice had brought upon himself. He had felt the need to challenge the stupid oaf who had insulted me for such an inane object of desire. I value life over pride but Karikala had left me no choice but to intervene the swordplay that had ensued. My sword was soon through the thick hide of Bhooma. I had tried to spare his life but his pride had not allowed for such leeway and here he lay dead upon my feet. I knew Karikala felt humiliated for he thought he couldn’t defend my honor. Too me this had been a lost cause where everybody ended up being miserable. I felt bad for my young apprentice. A couple of hours later we stopped for a drink of water.

We were at the banks of the river Narmada by the gates of the great city of Hampi. A plethora of palace guards approached us and read out summons in my name to the royal court. I wondered how the king knew of my presence in the vicinity. I accepted to go along with the guards as a fine horse was provided for me. Karikala looked extremely confused and piqued but dared not ask me anything. We were soon at the gates of one of the greatest palaces I had come across in my journeys I was escorted to the court directly. I felt irritation at the way I was being treated. I felt I had not been showed the respect a common guest would be shown and given no time to refresh myself. As we entered the court I said,” Oh noble king, I am honored that you think me capable of solving this murder that is plaguing your mind”. Everyone but the king in the court gasped. The king looked at me and said,” O wise one. Your deductive powers are even better in person than all of the legendary stories I have heard of you. I apologize for the inconvenience that I have caused you in bringing you here without any proper invitation and respect. But the events that have ensued in the palace since the night before last have plagued me badly. I haven’t had a wink of sleep and when I heard about your presence in the vicinity from the royal spies I thought it wise to consult you on the matter“The king soon described the gruesome death of his beloved and the presence of the trusted stable head in the queen’s chambers. The minister, Kulothunga, spoke.” My lord there seems to be no doubt that the stable head was responsible. He has confessed so himself. He should be beheaded immediately”

I thought for a while in silence and then said,” I have a strange request, your highness. Please do not take this in the wrong sense but in order to help realize the truth my young aide and I would like to spend the night in the queen’s chambers alone.” The whole court was sent buzzing and Koulathunga said,” How dare you... You shall be beheaded for such insolence.” But the king said,” Calm down minister. And remember that I am still king. O noble one your wish will be granted. I will ask for the chamber to be made habitable at once.” I continued, “My king, I would leave it as it is. Do not worry for my comfort. My young apprentice will make sure I am not in too much discomfort” The king said,” So be it. May you soon relieve me of my misery and help me act as a good king”

My aide and I entered the chamber. As we entered I said,” Karikula, do you believe in ghosts, spirits that come plague you from the ever beyond?” Karikula shuddered and said.” Oh master, do not scare me more than I am already so, why do you play such with your young aide’. Self,” Do not fear something you cannot see or know about Karikula. There is always a reason a thought.. Behind every action and reaction.. Now tell me this do you think the queen was murdered by the stable boy?” Karikulala,” I do not think so for the king wouldn’t have summoned you. It is my belief that the king was the wisest in the courtroom and his love for his queen more so. But still he summoned you to solve this mystery that nobody else believes is…” Self,” Karikula you amaze me with the progress you make. You are already sharper than I ever was. Those are all very good observations. You learn well my young apprentice. Look for a secret passageway on the walls on the opposite side of the room Karikula.” He looked at me confused. I said,” The stable boy could not have entered without one and so couldn’t have Koulathunga.” Now Karikula looked both confused and amazed. I continued,” Koulathunga had to have been here Karikula and if I am right once we find the passageway we will find that it leads not only as an escape route outside but somewhere along so to Koulathunga’s chambers. He gave himself away by the sheer anxiety for “justice” to prevail in court today, Karikula” Karikula soon found the passageway and we started down the long darkness that stared so at us.

It had been a long night. A night that had helped establish all my theories. As the sun had risen I had requested a private audience with the king. The king had not slept either; I could see the sorrow in his eyes. I started.” My lord I have some very disturbing news. The queen was murdered by your minister, Koulathnga” the king looked ashen at me. I went on to tell him about the passageway. Halfway through, we had found a secret passageway within the secret passageway that led to Koulathunga’s chambers. A search this morning had yielded a dagger that was the exact replica of the dagger that was used to kill the queen. The king called in the royal guard and asked for the minister to be taken into custody. I went to oversee the same. As Koulatunga went past me he looked at me and whispered his gratitude. I looked at him with anger only for a moment and then felt pity at the fact that such an intelligent minister would soon be put to death.





Epilogue:

Karikula said passionately,” What a rogue! To murder the queen in such cold blood. He deserved no sympathy” I looked at my apprentice and said,” Karikula do not be hasty in your judgment. Koulathunga is many things but he was not a murderer.” Karikula looked a bit confused and said,” I figured that the stable head was the queens lover a secret that she had hidden from all but was confident that Koulathunga had been blackmailing the queen and in hasty action killed her.” I smiled with pride at my student,” Karikula as usual you make me proud. You are right on two accounts but your trust in me failed you this time. For because you trust me so you did not see me plant that dagger in Koulathunga’s chambers. The sleight of hand, a trick a learnt from my master… Guru Vijayalaya.“ Karikula exclaimed,” But why master? And if he did not kill the queen then who did?” I continued,” The queen was not murdered Karikula. She committed suicide. She was fed-up with Koulathunga blackmailing her constantly into betraying the king for a love that she had long forgotten. She had once loved the stable head much before she became queen. The stable head had betrayed her love in a sense for he had not stood up and asked for her hand in marriage for they were from different castes. The queen had always been bitter about that. That night Koulathunga had planned to assassinate the king and had tried to use the queen herself as a weapon. The queen was a shrewd woman though. She had a plan of her own to thwart Koulathunga. She had always been loyal to the king for he had always loved her more than even his own life. She devised a plan were in she could end her misery, and in the process also take vengeance upon the stable head whom she despised so, and thought to be the cause of all her troubles. So she blackmailed the stable head to her chamber’s that night and as she heard his footsteps coming down the secret passageway she killed herself…my aide I had no other choice but to frame Koulathunga for the death. You may question my decision but I put a lot of thought into it. The king being noble and just would have never believed my analysis of Koulathungas character. The stable head would never have admitted that he had been the queens former lover for that would betray his king and smudge the reputation of the queen. Koulathunga would have eventually found a way to assassinate the good king. So my young apprentice with deep sorrow did I frame Koulathunga.” Karikula concluded,” That’s why he whispered gratitude Sensei, he felt gratitude that you did not tell the king of his plot of assassination. He accepted the fate of being put to death for that rather than being banished from the kingdom as a traitor. Sensei I would never mean you disrespect and would never doubt your decision. But my young instincts somehow cannot justify using evil means to achieve good ends. The king had the right to know of all…” I said,” Young one you are again right on all accounts. But I had the kingdom at mind rather than the king as an individual. The king is needed by his people at these testing times and cannot afford an emotional breakdown on his front. In his eye his queens dignity needed to be maintained. The queen deserved no less…” I could see my aide was not completely convinced. But to me he had taken a great step towards the better for his reasoning was becoming better by the day and he had finally stopped blindly believing in me and that was the next step of his education to greatness. We walked down the forest path away from the great city of Hampi into the sunset….

Of the Piano man, a Violin and a damsel

“That was masterful maestro” Randy the saxophonist called out as I left after a hard Friday nights work. “Yeah I know, I am the best” I smirked. “You over confident jackass... catch ya later” he called out. It had been a hard week. I had worked about 80 hours just to meet ends. The gigs we got Friday nights were the best part of the week. Hopefully sometime soon a scout would recognize our talent. If Randy were still here he would have said,” FAT-CHANCE sucker”. At 2 am I stopped by for a sandwich which was when I saw her. A sophisticated black dress, a charming face soaked in tears. I just moved on. The dame just ain’t my type. I walked in and got my sandwich. Just as I was about to exit the god-dammed cheapo place I heard a gunshot. I came out to see a gun in the dame’s hand, her face now full of anxious surprise… a guy bleeding to death lying in front of her and a car speeding away. “I sure have enough to worry about than get involved in any shit like this”, I thought to myself. And so like any archetypical modern hero, I did the sane human thing to do in such a situation. I turned and ran in the opposite direction as fast as I could. As my luck would turn out I was not fast enough. I still don’t know how the cops got there that soon for 10 minutes later I was in the back of a police junk interrogation looming close at hand.

The room I had seen in many a movie but to be there in person knowing superior cops were staring through the “mirrored” walls was getting my balls itchy, so to say. Jack walked in then and gave me a stern look and said,” What the fuck were you doing there you Dumb-ass?” I looked at him with the “most” puppy dog innocent face that I could muster and said” Getting a sandwich… Officer” He gave me a stern look and said,” why the fuck did you run?” I looked at him and replied almost before he completed his insult,” Oh come on officer, human reaction? I don’t know. I just don’t need to be involved in such a situation. I have nothing to do with this and I don’t intend to be doing anything with it either” Jack looked at me and said,” So you have nothing to do with Erika either” Now why did that name sound familiar,” No the name sure ain’t ringin no bells in that fucked up brain of mine. And let me make it clear here officer.. I aint seen nothing… I certainly aint testifyin my balls off… and don’t gimme any “obstruction of justice crap” cause I aint have no heart for me to change” That I thought was a pretty passionate speech for all the fear I was in. Jack just looked at me and said,” You are free to go” givin me one of those real sincere smiles.

As I walked out I sure as hell was wonderin why the fuck had I been let go. The creative part of my brain was makin up a pome of the whole situation which sang

A blonde in a black dress
Always a killer so to say
Killer of my nifty balls
Up and down so to say
But this blonde sure is a Killer
So to say…

I would have gone on all night but then my creative spot was killed by two nice looking gentlemen in black suits who forced me into the back of a limo. Now being the first time in the back of a limo I couldn’t help me-self saying,” I have always wanted to pee in the back of a limo” A regular dream of any guy I would presume. Suit1,” Shut the fuck up. Did you tattle mister piano player”. How in gods name did all these people know who I was. “ Yeah Dumbass… that’s why the police let me go with no escort so that they would have evidence no more..” Suit2,” So you dumb M*****fUc$ you tatled” Why do the henchmen always have to be so dumb. This was stereotypical. I thought if ever in real life I came across the situation I was in… I would meet a henchman intelligent as hell… but Nooo… my luck wasn’t getting any better as was my patience. But looking at the piece that both Suits held I thought I had better sober myself,” No siree… I saw nothing was what I said and was let to go Scott-free as does one of the amendments of the constitution herald to me” They both looked at me open-eyed…I continued slowly,” Let me rephrase. I saw nothing… I said nothing… and so they let me go “ A whaling siren behind our car sounded out. A cop car was on our tail. Both suits said in unison,” Shit… shoot the dumb Mother-fuker..” I sure wasn’t waitin around for that to happen. As both the suits prepared to fire in unison I just jumped out of the limo. The suits hadn’t noticed my hand on the lever of the door all of the time. And the cop-car had created the distraction I needed. I rolled out down a small hill into a bush. God that was painful. I did what I do best in situations like these. I ran as fast as I could into the dark night.

I got to my rundown Sela- maintained ( which equals bug ridden) apartment. The time was four am. I sure needed my precious sleep. As I opened the door I saw the dame seated on my couch. She sure looked familiar now that she was up-close. I switched on the light and said,” when the hell did you change your name to Erika… Jessica and from when in hell did you start dressin so classy” She used to sing in the same joint where I jammed till she got a better gig. I could hear violins play in the background as she talked. I wasn’t payin attention. God… why did she do this to me? Focus you dumbass. “Be more coherent and stop cryin sweet-heart”. I heard her talk this time… cutting out the sound of the violins that were playin in my mind… “ I did not know where else to go to. But when I saw you out there I knew you were the only one who could help me. I did not kill John… he was the guy you saw shot there… he is an auditor… he was my ticket out of that fucked up joint… I grabbed that ticket… I am sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving… “God she looked so pretty… “Calm down and tell me the whole story sweetie”

As it turned out John the auditor had got her that big break in the “ Ella- Petit”. What she hadn’t known was that the Ella was owned by a mobster for whom John the auditor audited for. She was being harassed by the mobster himself for she was sweet chunk of pie and John hadn’t been really standin up for her. Things weren’t adding up. She sure wasn’t the part of a damsel in distress. For that matter I aint no knight in shining armour either. That was when Phillip… “the Mobster”… entered my house with two suits behind him.

“Where the fuck is my money… Jess” Phillip said in a cultured manner that you now come to expect of such high class jackasses. Jess stammered,” I don’t know Phillip… John never told me”. “In that case I have no other choice. My friend you play the piano real well”. I sure in hell was getting famous. Just that the scouts did not know I even existed. His piece locked directly on Jess. I jumped in front of Jess as I heard gunshots for the second time that morning. I was wrapped around Jess as she said “ Get off me you dumb fuck” Not the words I expected to hear. But then I sure did not expect meself to be jumpin to save a dame riskin my own ass. Damned violins. Jack entered stage right with two cronies for cops behind him.” You alright Erika” Jess“Yeah Jack.. Thought I had been crushed to death by this dumbass though” she looked at me exasperated. For once in my life I was dumbstruck. The violins had sure stopped playin. Three dead bodies decorated my otherwise bland living room. Soon the forensics were all over the place followed by press people. I tried to give them an interview. Thought that the scouts might read it and I might get my chance. They just pushed me away. My luck wasn’t getting any better.

As the officers cleared my living room I caught up with Jack,” Why the hell did ya let me go that easy?” Jack replied solemnly,” to catch the bad guys… you were great bait piano player…” “ What if I had been….. killed……” I stammered. Jack laughed cynically,” I sure in hell wouldn’t have missed you” I wanted to strangle him with violin strings. I asked” All this for some dumb mobster”. Jack looked at me surprised,” who Phillip? He aint no mobster. Made his money through some insurance fraud scheme. Used John the auditor to make his assets legal. Don’t know why he killed him when he had everythin legal and all. Must have been some pride issue between the two. I say the world aint gonna miss either of those bastards” So all I was… was bait. My stomach had an empty feeling.

So I got some tuna otta the fridge. Oh well that’s life. As I was about to dig in Jess came back into the house. She came straight for me and kissed me long and hard. Now I was one confused dumbass. She looked at me and asked “ Are you all right?”. I looked at her and found myself saying,” Jess… what was that about” She looked at me in exasperation,” Don’t you see I love you. Always have. You risked your life for me…. I couldn’t believe you would get your selfish ass to do that” I looked at her and smiled,” Neither did I babe… before we take things further I need to know the truth babe..”She sat down.

She said,” Well its like this. John liked to take me at gunpoint and loved it when I looked scared and cried” I thought back to her tear stained face earlier that night ..she continued,” He was playing with his gun “terrorizing” me when he saw Phillips car come by. He had been avoiding him cause he had no idea what had happened to all that money Phillip was talking about. In his haste he dropped the semi cocked gun he was holding, It went off as it hit the ground the bullet going through his balls. God the blood all over the place” She shuddered. I started talking for some reason,’ Jack was in on this with you in stealing that money wasn’t he?” She looked at me and said,” you aint that much of a dumb dumbass that you have everyone thinking… yeah he was the one who came up with the plan of making it look like a murder that we could pin on Phillip”

She started to kiss me again. Those godamned violins started playin in the background God… why cant I hear pianos and not devilish violins. I sure in hell wasn’t complainin bout that though…..

Winds of change..

As I left the remnants of downtown to enter boom park the sounds of vehicles died out. All I could hear was the flow of the backwaters of the Mississippi, birds chirping and a path laden with trees. Soon I came upon a place where the path split into two. On one side was an old railway bridge while the other lead to a seeming tar laden road. I was confused as to which would I take. I went a couple of steps on the rickety bridge only to turn back out of a inborn fear as to the security of finding something known. As I turned back there were two teens on their bikes. I asked them if this would lead to some kind of secure path. She just smiled at me and said “I don’t know”. It was the carefree way in which she told me the same that got me thinking.

I have feared change at a lot of levels over the past few months. With graduation looming close by the fear of finding a secure future has been haunting me. On top of that after a much anticipated India trip at the beginning of the year.. a feeling that I never expected I would feel haunted me through the first few months. Feelings of home-sickness that is. It hit me to be honest when I never expected it to. Things have changed leaps and bounds over the last six months and things are storming forward. I thought I did not want the change and could not take it any more.

As a kid my dad had a transferable job and we never stayed in the same place for more than a couple of years .I never found it difficult as such to move. It was always a new adventure to look forward to. Too make more connections and be exposed to a new environment. Never had to worry about responsibilities. Did not have to plan anything out. Those things where done by adults. Maybe that’s why I have been scared.

That’s what I thought. But then when I heard what the kid said it changed my whole perspective. I saw a hidden message.. a philosophy in it all. I see change is a constant in life and not something that’s going to “change”. I know that’s strange but that’s what I learnt. I said .. what the heck.. and ran down the rickety bridge.. carved out a way through the wilderness and reached a safe secure familiar road again. But then the excitement and rush of blood I felt only while I was on the rickety bridge trying to get to the road. Not once I reached it and ran along the familiar stretch...

Chandramouli - The redux stories

*the characters that have been so potrayed are purely fictitious and bear no resemblence whatsoever to anybody or anything in real life...



At the age of 24 Chandramouli was a repressed goat in heat. His research consumed most of his time and socializing apparently was not his skill. Professor Mansen was extremely demanding and on top of that had “inspired” him to run the marathon. Saturdays were tiring. As such he had a lot of experiments to run on top of which his marathon training was would peak taking atleast a couple of hours of training and then the inevitable tiredness.

At 8pm his hunger peaked and he decided to get to a chinki restaurant were he could get some real spicy food. Seated by the window he decided to catch up with his mom. And then she came to be seated soo close to him that he almost shouted out the f word while on the fone with his mom.. what he ended up saying was his order was here and he would talk to her later. Chandramouli started to stutter in his usual nerdy fashion only this time it was while he wa..wass thinking. “ Should I talk to her.. what would she say.. mebbe she would call the cops.. meebe she would slap me.. “.. now it is not normal in Chandramouli’s world that guys talk to girls all the time. “should I .. I don’t think I will………………what the heck nobody I know is here to see me get slapped.........”………..” hey would u care for some company.. are you eating alone tonight?” Fair maiden (not Iron maiden)“ yeah I am “.. C”so do you got to the university here?” FM” No I am actually here on vacation I am from Louisiana”.. “ that’s nice” FM” so what do you do”..C” I go to the U here.. My research involves nano particle paint fabrication…#@!@#@##@#@####” ( really interesting as that was lets move on..) “ so whats your name?”.. FM” Mines really tough to pronounce its Celia Anatonopiolika.. I am originally from Russia” ( well an Iron maiden after all..).. C” mines tougher you know its Chandramouli Radhakrishnan.. actually my full name is Kentalla(village) Gopalakrishnan( Grandpapas name) Radhakrishnan( Dads name) Chandramouli ( u guessed it my name.. heheheheheh) pattabhi ( my gotram name) Iyer ( my clan).. huhh“ FM smiling” Hey that’s quite a time you would have to sign wouldn’t you??” C” No no I don’t go by the whole name.. “ The waiter comes with C’s check..(ppl back home thts just a lingo thing the bill is called check and I don’t know what the check is called.. these crazy Americans you know..)

So Chandramoulis gets up to get to the counter to pay. The stuttured thinking is back ..
C’ s apparent devilish side (*DC)..” Ask her out you dumbass.. nobody who has a boy friend comes out alone on a saturaday night”.. C’s angel ( *AC – being real creative with theses names ain’t I..;) ] “ What will your mother say.. she will surely burst out crying .. think about yours dads position in society after you ask her out.. think about your grandmas frail heart condition.. do you want to be the cause of her “murder”.. Chandramouli you have been brought up with “strong values” .. do not do it .. thou shall not sin sin sin…..”.Chandroamouli just ran out of the restaurant not looking back…DC” DUMBASS.. ”……




Hrd ths song fter a long time.. and still speaks to me in such a clear fasion bout the music industry!!!

Theoretically I knew who the killer was.....

It had been two months since Professor Mansen had been murdered. I had been hired by the dean to solve the case quickly and quietly. The dean knew people would open up to me more so than the police. Other than my obvious charm the fact was I knew of everyone who was part of the murder investigation.

I had solved the case days ago but had been collecting enough information to back my theory. So the night I finally revealed the mystery behind the killer’s identity, which by chance happened to be 06.06.2006, I invited all the suspects to dinner at the deans house. The guest list included- Professor Mansons wife Svetlana, Professor Mansons mistress – Jennette, two graduate students working under him Xing and Chandramouli and the janitor Odumbe. I also requested the presence of the police chief – Ohara.

The environment was set. Dinner started with soup and crumpets. The deans wife was a great hostess taking good care to lighten the environment which felt like an icy edge.
We got through dessert a good 45 minutes later. I got up with a glass of wine in my hand and said, “This is not a toast and each of you in this room wernt invited to pass on condolences. We have a killer in this room and in 25 minutes all of us will know his identity”, I could see sweat percolating down brows of 5 faces, I was starting to enjoy myself.

I continued, “ Each of you had a motive didn’t you..” that wasn’t a question..” Xing, Professor Manson stole all of your work on nano particle paint fabrication under the threat of deportation did he not..” again not a question.. “ all of three years of real path breaking research down the drain .. tell me Xing was that not motive enough?” you could call this a question but the I knew he was not the killer. Xing responded ” I not …kill nobody..”. Self.” I know that Xing but it till is a strong motive a strong enough motive for you yourself to become a blackmailer. You had been blackmailing Chandramouli haven’t you..” definitely not a question. Xing remained quiet. “ Which brings me to you Chandramouli..Xing was blackmailing you about your affair with Svetlana hasn’t he..” a gasp escaped from the 40 year old blondes lips and all that Chandramouli did was stutter.
“ but what Xing and chandroamouli did not know is that it was Professor Manson who introduced the duo.. it was his master plan of getting rid of his wife..” I looked around as my audience is rapt in attention..” But then to me Chandramouli is to much of a sissy to be a killer cant even last 2 minutes can he Svetlana..” I could see her blush..” that brings me to you Jennette ,, sweet innocent Jennete .. How did the Professor win you over ? was it with his poetic skills?.. was this the verse that won you over in the bar 4 months ago

O Jennette
Sweet Jennette

A female divinity
My passions exceed
Pie r^2 [infinity]" [read as to the times infinity]

Jennette gasped” how did you come across that..” Chandramouli could not resist saying,” but that is meaningless how could anyone fall for the .. anybody can tell that unless ‘r’ is defined its stupid..” I smiled..” well we need to give some kind of poetic licence I assume.. but then Jennette you did not know of Professor Mansons necrophilic gay activities till he invited you a couple of weeks before his death to a session did you..” I paused here and looked at Odumbe the 60 year old Odumbe.. I wanted to note the expression on his face for I knew Jennette wasn’t the killer.. I could hear Jennette sniffling.. I had been harsh but then I had no other choice..” which brings me to reveal the identity of the killer Mr.Odumbe.. “ everybody turned surprised to the janitor not talked of through the night wondering why the hell he was here.. all but Jannette who continued sniffling. I continued “ Mr. Odumbe planned this out meticulously.. he knew that Professor Manson was training to run for the marathon. For this during each of his long runs on a Saturday the Professor would leave his keys in his mailbox except for the department main door keys which he would stuff into his secret pocket of his running shorts. Odumbe had been watching him for an opputunity over 12 weeks prior to his successful attempt at murdering the Professor. He then took the professors keys and accesed his nano particle lab and added a pure layer of arsenic to the bottom of the professors coffee mug.. Odumbe tried to remain calm,” what motive did I hav “ dick” I mean “Private Detective” ..” I smiled an evil smile” simple my dear Watson” I hammed ..” I know that you were his gay partner for several years were you not and you were that guy whom..” I looked at Jannette’s face., her beautiful face, she was sobbing now..” you also aided him in his disgusting pedophilic activities by inviting innocent young African immigrants .. did you not !!” I shouted my eyes red.. Odumbe broke down crying like a baby ..” you just coudnt stand the fact that he was drifting away from you to Jannette could you”.. the police chief stunned at first called in the constable to take odumbe into custody.. everybody was still in shock.. I comforted Jennete.. I told her that I still had feelings for her and apoligised for putting her through this trauma.. she smiled at me for the first time that night.

As I sat beside Odumbe during the ride to the police station.. he looked at me and whispered..” I did not kill him you know” .. I looked at him and smiled..” I know you sick fuck .. because I did…………” Jennete was just too important to me…………

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Missing the blue yonder
Is like missing all of thee
Hope this isn’t the last that I
See of all of thee

Years from now
When we are all older.. Matured
All I hope is that we remember
Each of the good times we had together
For these are the times that helped shape my mind
Attributed to a growth that I cannot forget

Experiences in life I might have had galore
But none shall I cherish as much as the last couple of years
Sappy that this might sound
That is how I feel and so I tell

The future seems bright for all of thee
But all I wish is that we can get back together
Someday not so far as the blue yonder seems
Fighting over petty things like who’s gonna drive
Or if festivals have a meaning back home in India
Laughing together at each others weak points
Making ourselves stronger as a whole.

Ppl I wish you all the best
Hope you shine as crazy as a diamond
Do your selves proud and as in ET’s last words
Beeee Goood and in mine keep in touch