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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

From riches to rags - II


[Idhu oru U-rated blog. Ingu process description ellam solla padaathu. Apadi therinthu thaan aaganam endru adampidithaal, Moksham theatre poi edhavadhu bit padam paarkavum. Nandri.]

Kovalam was an unusually bright child. Extremely sharp, he reached his little baby milestones (sitting, talking, walking, the works) earlier than most others. But his proud daddy was most impressed by the fact that his baby seemed potty trained by default! The minute he could walk, he immediately gravitated to the portable potty whenever he wanted to poop. "Did you see that?", Siddharth would say, glaring at Calvin and Hobbes (his German Shepherds), with his hands on his hips, "When are you two going to learn?"

In fact, Kovalam was so bright that every time his mother got a burp out of him, she'd hear an "Echoome". "Did you hear that?", she'd ask Siddharth, glaring, "He said excuse me! When are YOU going to learn?"

Kovalam breezed through his LKG interviews, handling it as if he was attending the final interview in Microsoft, and making the principal look like a fool for having used baby-talk with him. By the time he reached sixth standard, he was considered for double promotion thrice, but he spurned them all, because he wanted to be with his friends. His parents respected his decision. He was after all, their lucky child in more ways than one. After he was born, Siddharth was elated that his business was seeing a very steep increase in profits. Deepthi had more reasons to be overjoyed. Siddharth's secretary got married. She kept saying she was relieved that her friend had found her life partner, but Siddharth wondered if the relief ran deeper!

Kovalam may have surprised one and all with his baby milestones, but he surprised even himself with his boyhood milestones. (Here's a ladder.. now get your mind out of the gutter! His maturity level extends only to his emotional side. At least, as yet!) He'd already ridden a bike, broken his hand, met celebrities, tried his first (and after the bout of wheezing he endured for a week) and last puff on a cigarette. Otherwise, he was a well-behaved boy, and his teachers adored him.

Siddharth had a younger brother, Rajiv, who Kovalam loved and respected. Rajiv was a banker by profession, a new entrant in the state Ranji team, and a riot to hang out with. In spite of being such a Peter fellow when around some of his rich Sethji clients, he was an avid Tamil Literature enthusiast. Whenever he was cornered in an argument, he'd quote some ancient pulavar and twist the meaning to suit him.

Kovalam hero-worshipped his uncle. They'd often go off on long ECR rides and had visited every beach and restaurant along the coast. It was also his bike that was responsible for Kovalam's fracture, but after a quick secret pact with each other, Kovalam's parents were told it was caused by a nasty fall while playing cricket with his uncle.

Years whizzed by, and Kovalam had already completed his 12th and (yawn!) topped his school, missing out on a state rank by a whisker. A state rank, after all, is exclusively reserved for girls. The Press were impressed by his record over the years and ran a piece on him. When asked what he wanted to become, he answered "I want to join the Air Force" without any hesitation. This took everyone by surprise. Most of all, his parents.

They tried cajoling him, bribing him, threatening him and even emotionally blackmailing him. But Kovalam was not prepared to reverse his decision. That very month, he applied to join the NDA and cleared the cut. He had to then take a Pilot aptitude test and passed out in flying colours. (What's with these puns?) In very quick time, he went from transport pilot to combat pilot. He was on cloud nine. (I swear I don't put these in. Honest!)

And on a fateful day in January, his life spun out of control. During flight manoeuvres for the Republic Day parade rehearsal, his plane stopped responding midair. He knew Microsoft had corrupted his brain for good when the first thing that flashed across his mind was Ctrl+Alt+Del. He had to somehow coax the plane to crash somewhere safe before deplaning. After somehow coaxing the floating scrapmetal to nosedive towards an empty field, he ejected from the plane, with two things running through his mind.
a) that he hadn't been too late in getting out of the plane.
b) the sombu and vayakaadu concept is not very popular in North India.

The plane crashed into the field and caught fire. Kovalam landed very close to the plane and began to ditch the parachute and run for his life. The plane exploded just as he started to sprint, and a large shrapnel hit Kovalam on his leg and got wedged in. He fell to the ground, and lost consciousness.

He awoke to the sound of his mother sobbing. "Deepthi, azhaadhe.. It'll be alright", his dad was saying to her. He looked around and noticed he was in a hospital. He noticed Rajiv entering the room looking grave. Nobody had noticed that Kovalam had regained consciousness. Rajiv walked towards Siddharth, placed a hand on his shoulder and said "The doctor says his leg must be amputated."

Kovalam closed his eyes and drifted off again.

[The next part will conclude the story. Promise! And it'll (hopefully) be very short.]