Sunday, November 3, 2019

A taste of Honey


A taste of honey


               Within the premises of the Buddhist monastery, the daily chanting session was in process. A scholar from a far east kingdom beyond the Himalayas had joined them today, to gain knowledge about Bharat. His strange haversack that held almost all his belongings, now rested under the ancient banyan tree. A deer and its doe were fooling around it, without fear of repercussions.

From this banyan, a staircase of rock and lime descended, towards the riverbank, where a Dhobi was washing clothes at the bank of the river. The waters of Shipra, seemed to be still, as if silenced by the power of vipassana. Water like the mind of the monk. The river from Ujjain had lost its turbulence, though it was only a Kos away.

A fisherman flung his weighed net in the air and it landed to form an exact circle in the river. He waited and then pulled at it, in hope, to find some small fish that would make a meal, anything bigger could sell at the market and add to his income. He pulled at the net and it seemed to have caught something heavy, but there was no struggle at the end of the net. He tugged couple of times, to find it entwined with a piece of silk. As he tried to gather the net, a human body floated towards him from behind the bushes. A yell of surprise and fright escaped him. It was the body of a young woman in late twenties. Her hair floated helplessly around her beautiful face that looked like deep in slumber. His shout was heard and soon many people arrived at the scene.

Close to the riverbank, under a Pipal tree, lay sprawled a drunkard. He was alerted by the shout. The sudden commotion brought him to his senses and the capsized clay cup spilled the mahua liquor, overpowered the distant smell of burning incense at the monastery. This blot on the scene, keenly, watched the Fisherman pull the net along with a body. The beggarly appearance, served as a good camouflage to the secret services and at times, even the higher rank officers as high as Commander Supatrik, resorted to disguise as an insignificant human, to catch the real pulse of the city. The drunkard disappeared in the gathering crowd, to send a cipher to his Boss, Commander Supatrik.

               The turbulent waters at Ujjain spoke of the turmoil of the once affluent city of Ujjain, the power centre of the Gupta kingdom. At the peak of success, the kingdom had thrived to prosperity, under the able rule of emperor Kumargupta. Just like every rich kingdom, this one was prey to plunderers. The army was busy fielding attacks from beyond the Khyber. His son Skandagupta, was presently away from the city, defending the attacks of the Huns. These battles were putting a strain on the economy of the prosperous kingdom. The integrity of the nation was challenged by these foreign attacks, that would not let the rulers in peace, as rape and plunder, followed the bloodshed. Kumargupta often wondered the fate of Buddhist philosophy to spread peace, challenged by these attacks. He banked on the intellectuals and diplomats in his court, to ensure a protective shield for his empire. Suptarik was one of the strong pillars.

Supatrik, the chief of police, and Internal security at Ujjain, walked rapidly to the riverside, just as the body was fished out. The officer supervising the operation turned around and saluted his commander immediately. Supatrik nodded lightly at the ‘drunkard’ and approached the crowd. The message from Satyavan, meant that an interesting case was up. Supatrik had wondered, what disguise Satyavan had adorned on this occasion, and he had hoped it was not again, of a eunuch.

A special wing of the police, reported to Commandant Supatrik. This wing served, not only as local police, but also as local Intelligence, that worked with the Army. When the army was busy with the enemy, these corps guarded the city from infiltrators. Supatrik was one of the key Officers, responsible to reduce crime and bring the unruly to justice. Supatrik was a master spy, at times dressed up as a drunkard, who had too much of somras, or a mere beggar grovelling for alms or a daily laborer. He was a master of disguise, who used unique ways to gather information, driving his forces to come with equal or more ingenious covers.
From his initial examination, it seemed that the girl had drifted from Ujjain or beyond. From the flow of the river, he judged that it would approximately take 8 hours from Ujjain to the monastery. The rainy season made the river turbulent, but it got wider and shallower at this place. He noticed that the woman wore gold ornaments but she also had a garland of Jasmine flowers. Strangely, she had a brass necklace around her neck that did not match, at all, with her ornaments.
The corpse was loaded on a cart and taken to Ujjain, where a dissection was to take place, to make certain, the cause of death and find the identity, of the deceased. She was placed on a stone pedestal. As soon as the clothes were cut off, the Vaidyas started noting down few observations on a slate.
“She was already dead, before she was thrown in Shipra.
The skin is purple shade of blue like it had been poisoned, but there was no puncture mark on the body, apart from the few scratches since the body was caught in shrubs around the riverbank. These scratches did not have blood, so it meant the rigor mortis was already complete by then. There was a deep gash around the neck. It confused the vaidyas. Who would poison someone and strangle her as well?
The person had sex before death.
The poison was not administered internally, but it seemed that the woman had been poisoned slowly.”

It had been a hectic day and mystery remained. Supatrik felt that a cup of Somras would not be a bad idea; a visit at Arundhati's place would make the night younger, perhaps! Arundhati had often been a nice counsellor to Supatrik. She noticed that her guest seemed less romantic today. Arundhati asked, playing around with the tousled hair, lightly massaging his head, " You look tired. Was it a weary day?
Supatrik placed his head on her lap, "Yes, I do feel tired today but it is not due to a hectic day; A lot is on my mind. We fished out the body of a young woman today. She was murdered. She seemed to have been strangled and yet her body shows signs of poison administered over quite a period and this is something that bothers me. Why would someone want to strangle anyone who is being slow poisoned? It could be that, two separate people attempted to get rid of her for their own reasons. They could have worked either complimenting each other or they may have separate intentions. The woman looks very attractive and it could have been a love triangle. Perhaps the person who induced slow poison, became impatient and killed her quickly.” said Supatrik. He mentioned to her about the bluish skin with no puncture mark. There is reason to believe that she was poisoned internally. It was a complete mystery. A few glasses and giggles ahead, Arundhati let him drift to sleep.



The next morning, Supatrik woke up early, and he began to retrace the case with a fresh mind. Arundhati was already up. She fetched him a plate of Curd rice. She said," Last night after you were asleep, I had a talk with another Ganika, about your case; The woman with bluish skin no puncture mark and no internal poisoning was detected."
“She asked me a few questions that only you may have answer to. I have called her tonight so that she can talk to you directly. I hope you do not mind." Supatrik felt that it would be no harm in getting additional help. He had preferred to stay a bachelor as he had not yet found the right Woman. Arundhati was one that he had stuck with for quite a while now, but she was a Ganika and did her job well. He felt that women were good at household stuff or for romances. How could they ever understand the world of strategy and politics? He felt that he was patriotic and had an opinion, that this was something, a woman would not understand.

After a swim in Shipra, he rode on his horse to the Monastery. The travelling scholar at the monastery was one of the witnesses and might help to provide a different perspective. He summoned for Huen.  Huen Tsang approached Supatrik and gave him a curt bow. Huen was one of the bystanders, when the body was fished out. Supatrik handed over the Brass chain to Huen. Huen observed that the chain end had a strange coin.

Huen spoke first, "The coin looks familiar. The insignia is that of Kidarite ruler King Batillak from beyond the Khyber.  This is from Central Asia. I have traveled along silk route from beyond the Khyber though the Ganges plains. I have seen the Huns in action, destroying monasteries in Taxila. It is strange that this local woman wears such.” Supatrik was aware of the plunder, but he believed that a Joint armed force from Bharat may be able to withstand and drive away the Huns. He thanked Huen for his perspective.

Arundhati had called Vasantsena, the famous courtesan for the evening discussion. There were things that could be discussed face to face. Supatrik was charmed to see her at Arundhati's place. He was good at reading people and he felt that he could trust the woman, beyond the reputation she went by.
Vasantsena spoke, “Arundhati mentioned to me, the case that you attempt to solve. I was interested as she mentioned that the beautiful woman looked, as if she was poisoned. And yet she was also strangled?" Supatrik answered," I think she has described it to you, quite accurately. I believe, there could be one person, who for many years is trying to slow poison her for some reason, perhaps to an unsuspicious death. The person could be a man or a woman, who is constantly in her company.”
Supatrik continued,” But then, this murder brings an abrupt end to her life and caused by throttling by a brass chain. The murderer disposed the body into the river, and it seems to me that the person was in a hurry. I was interested to meet you, as you seem to almost know about the rationale? Why did you ask, if the woman had intimate contact before death?"
 Talking about intimacy with a person beyond Arundhati was unimaginable, yet, Supatrik felt at ease with Vasantsena. She was, a ganika, a renowned courtesan, who was famous even in the royal circles. She was his only lead in this case and further she seemed to be interested to help in this case.



Vasantsena said," You have arrived at few conclusions. I can help you narrow down the possibilities. I feel, that you should focus on the strangling part.” She continued, “History teaches a lot and if we are fortunate, we may live to see the History repeat. Do you remember emperor Chandragupta? Chankya saved him once from a honey trap?”  Supatrik was interested! Vasantsena continued, "Centuries ago, a Visha Kanya was sent by Nanda's minister Amatya rakshasa to kill Chandragupta Maurya and Chanakya diverted them to kill Parvatak."

Supatrik answered, “I have heard of this old story. It is a figment of someone’s imagination. After all, anecdotes add spice to facts and people call it history.”
Vasantsena seemed pained when she replied," For your knowledge, Supatrik, the Poison Damsels are still groomed for political assassinations. They are a tradition that still continues." She continued, "You, Supatrik, are responsible for security. But you operate within boundaries of law and justice. There are others, who are approached for more covert cases.”  Supatrik froze in disbelief!

She said, “A few weeks ago, I had a cipher from Skandagupta, himself. He mentioned of an enemy spy, by the code name Mudrarakshas, had slipped through the defenses with the aim of toppling the crown. There was an immediate need to neutralize this threat and it had to be done secretly, to prevent any fear to the general population. Mudrarakhshas was not an easy target. We had a clue of the disguises, that he uses. The one mark that he kept even under disguise, was the brass chain of his king. It was easier for him to stay unnoticed on the river, from where he could keep an eye on the Royal palace. But his desires forced him to the shore, to look for company of a ganika. He paid twice the usual charge in gold, only if she accompanied on his boat at midnight.”

“One was willing. She had been carefully trained, with doses of poison administered into her since her childhood! She is a kind of the royal special corps and this was not the first time she was used. She prefers to go by the name, Shakuntala or at times called Lalita, but what's in a name. She was patriotic, also, under a strong protection of our king. Unfortunately, she was strangled by Mudrarakshas. You found Shakuntala! I asked if she had physical contact for a reason. A Visha Kanya never fails. The Hun strangled her with his chain in a last desperate effort, when he understood the effect of her poison. There is a good chance that you should find a poisoned body of the Hun in the river along with a boat.”

As Supatrik watched Vasantsena leave, he felt that it was high time to change his rigid opinion about women. Reality is indeed, more stunning than fiction. A glass of Somras would not be a bad idea!
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Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Austin Powers: Operation Tankbund


The latest sequel of the series, being currently filmed @Tollywood (Ramoji Film city.)
To ensure a connect with the humor, (attempted), readers are advised to watch the first three parts. Those who do not, may not understand the jargon nor be able to appreciate this non-sense.
Writing about marathon runs is getting pretty lame IMO with repeats about time, pace, strategy and feelings,  so bit of humor will do no harm.

“Let’s hop on the train to Hyd-sville, run the marathon, wear the new red T shirt, grab the medals and hop back home and…! Yeah Baby; Yeah!” 

It had seemed like a simple plan to Mr. Powers (By Name and by Profession). Only that, he hadn’t factored in the obstacles, that were designed to obstruct his way, by an evil mastermind known as…Dr..Evil.
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Since ‘Danger’ has been his middle name, Sir Austin has always been ‘shakin off ‘ obstacles since early 60s, to live in the present, and use what’s available; the obstacles serve as a Whey, to more power!  To the utter annoyance of his nemesis, Dr Eeevul’s careful planning to the last detail, has often been derailed.

Or so he thought, untill..

25 August 2019...People's Plaza, Tank Bund, Hyderabad

(Speakers vomit loud Techno music to pump up the jam for runners)
"Are you ready" Some meek sounds, mumble for speech ..another request, "louder".. 
Austin fumbles with his Mobile device from the agency. It was specially designed by Q armed with a 48mp camera, he can now photograph the finger print of a rat. 
Someone on the stage is wishing the runners all the best and says something about the beautiful weather that runners are blessed with. He observes that with time, there are more Malebots and Fembots with ripping physique trained and focused for the serious run. This  is a long way from his league of "Run for fun" guys and gals, that now seem dwindle after 9 years.
At 5am, the crowd paws to the start line and the run has begun.
Austin pushes a button on mobile, that should start the recording and slips it back into waist pouch.
His mind passes back to July when it all started.

July 2019...Austin's pad, NIBM road,  Pune

Birthday celebration time off by his agency is well used.  Vanessa's birthday follows his and the earlier weeks of July have been lavish. Gorging food has increased his weight to 78kg..which is red alert. He goes for a medical checkup which shows many red underlines. The good part, No pills yet, if he switches to healthy lifestyle. Protein is advised, reduce carbs, Zero sugar, Olive oil/Ghee based cooking etc. B12 and D3 pills and of course; less time on the easel and regular morning runs begin. His colleagues have presented him with a Samsung health go fit device, to track mileage. and the plan is to feed it with at least 6000 steps per day. It is a wake up call and an every day 8 km run in morning plus 5 k walk during commute replace the lame routine. The concept of a rest day is shelved, as, no good. A rest day means 5 km walk.
A  Gym instructor had pointed out to him that his intake of protein is low. It should be at least 8 eggs per day. So A daily dose of whey is added. This adds a red under line to Creatinine level in his next med report. Austin decides to limit its use to only 10km runs or whenever he feels fatigued. 
A fast and Up tablet "Activate pill" before each run ensures of less fatigue and absolutely no D.O.M.S. on the next run was suggested by Agent Q. Indeed, these small changes and major change in life style contribute to wards a major weight loss from 78 kg to 72 kg.
30 km and 21 km long runs with 9AM start time, ensure that he gets enough of sun. Austin is still cluelss about his real pace, as, these hard blazing runs in middle of traffic, always end with poor time. Time for 30 km was 3:45, not very encouraging, as it shows no gain in pace, compared with  past.


Along the Tank Bund, the pleasant weather and slight wind helps to build a better feeling in his mind, The hard training in heat and traffic is paying off. Jaljeera glass after last night dinner and fast and up activate before the run, have ensured a flat stomach. The 10 km mark is reached in an hour or less , briefly supported by very light showers. This time, he is ahead of the half marathon start, which is indeed a chip on the shoulder.


The mind is like water, a clean stream of positive thoughts. He uses the technique, he devised in past. Fast pace deep breath bursts followed by steady pace jog for relaxation. This worked in Bengaluru marathon and it should yield a better result. At 21km he watches the self timer on his Casio which tells him he is good at 2:08 (his fastest time as yet) . He has ensured fast and up gel every 10 km. 

He has looked around every  nook and corner but there is no sign of Dr Evil nor his Frau farbisanner. He is not sure if Agent Basil is ahead or behind him.Well, after the split from 21 km crowd, every man runs for himself! He must ignore the people, who have switched into a walk , as the companionship of such is infectious. 

Music is a companion and his playlist entertains.
Whigfield blurts Dee dee na na na, saturday night, dance, I like the way you move. Yea baby yea... 
Funkytown  beat sets the pace for him. However, unlike any other Music, The beatles  sing out to him earnestly from across the universe.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
Tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world


The run through the university is pleasant. He has ignored the ice water bath, that lure all weary runners. This is his first zero walk run and he intends to keep it that way. A guy yell, 'its just 3 kms remaining. '

Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
Calls me on and on across the universe

It's now a 700 mts dash to the end line and a cameraman waves to him.

The red carpet inside the stadium and the end line beseeches and Austin switches into a faster pace towards the glorious end.

The agents take a cab back  to the the hotel for a sumptuous Andhra meal. Austin wonders about Dr Evil. Why No show up? What does he have up his sleeve as the final showdown? He didn't win the race did he?

There is a message on his phone. The train back to Pune shall be 4 hours late. Is it a ploy by Dr evil 😈? The showdown begins when a passenger train and two local trains  followed by one raajdhani express overrule a priority express train .

Shatabdi arrives late at 7:35pm. The train attendant mentions of repairs that caused the delay. It does sound like Dr evil.

Quid pro quo powers..  It's not a question of where Mr powers.. But when?
5am next day.? This is not the only time it happened. Remember Auroville marathon? King fisher flight delay? Sounds familiar?

Buhuhahaha
Buhuhahaha


Monday, January 21, 2019

Pink Panther and The TATA MUMBAI MARATHON 2019

‘Thanks, but I don’t do popular choices’…neither am I, a Jaguar. Of all the cats, Pink Panther suits me. Inspector Clouseau’s randomness has a rival.

I observe, Good experiences are actually, a consolidation of many good happenings, that reach epitome exhilaration, with the least planning and predictability/ expectation, just like my arch rival, dear Old Inspector Clouseau. The awe factor is max, when the planning is the least.

A goal is at the back of 'Ze' mind and there is no constant awareness about it, as things do not fall in place, as when they should follow, with a “must do” plan. I find less experimentation in planned activity. You achieve all the goals to the “Expectation.”

I should warn, hazardous are the ways of Inspector Clouseau, and anybody attempting to mimic may have higher chance of mishap, a shade grayer than Pink Panther, in case, he struck again.
M.Clouseau is an artist by heart, but he finds bugs for a living. (The bugs are found, through random walks of a designer turned software QA guy. A larger part of the Surete, goes by logical detection and a plan. They are not amused by random walk that end in  not-found surprises, especially when close to case closure.)

After office, when he heads back to “Ze Reum”. Ze critic of software, is now a part time Creator to strike a work life balance. The werk at home is to refine creativete` or continue to make accidents, that either produce good art or end up as an art-fill in the waste paper basket.

Art equipment is costs and ‘ze reum’ is full of it. Surete` pay may not help keep up, so he is forced to create art on commission, to those who can afford it.

Can you do a portrait for me was, till recent, was received with a khaki overcoat collar up, cold shoulder “No”! 'Portraits on commission are  probleme.'  He cannot be the wild artist, stop where he wants, but MUST create a like to like image that meets the purchaser’s eye. He usually goes through a series of exchanges to make corrections, to be as human as the mood allows.
Recently, he was busy with oil painting of a dancer. It was followed by another watercolor for a friend of his. Commission paintings come with a delivery timeline. He stands beside his easel to work for 2-3 hrs at a stretch. At weekend evenings, he goes for run at race course and lately he has been feeling too tired and sluggish to go on runs.
He has not given a thought to the most rational explanation of 3 hrs of easel work may leave a stiff back and frozen shoulder. Stiff back does not promote running at evening. Frozen shoulder does not help to shrug and Ze Eyes are tired and hazay..so a nap suits, a noon siesta is on the cards.

Painters have whims and they use the atmosphere around to get into the mood. Monsieur Clouseau, is no different. As the clock ticked to the approaching marathon, he has ensured couple of long runs of 30 km each at any time of the day he feels positive. There are very late morning runs, few afternoon runs. Couple or almost no weekday runs. Weekend runs are too slow. He has no idea, what he should expect on the D-Day and 5.30 timing seems apt, if not unreachable target.
The unplanned commission work is completed, just before the marathon day and he agreed to carry it to Mumbai, rather than mail it.

On the train, he purchases a head cover with bright orange and yellow design, which he feels will come handy, when he has to camouflage himself from the rest of the runners.
To test the impact, he tries it on a Surete` colleague, to drape like a Sardarji. If he finds the diamond, this is safe place to hide it.


 Zeir is one guy in his team who has a plaster on his hand. How can he run with plaster? 
He could be carrying diamonds!

Ze Railway 'reum', is bit nastier than he left, in his last encounter. Ze lockers have broken latches and they will not be able to hold diamonds anyways. At 1.30 AM midnight a suspicious character is chatting on his cell 'phyone' with his son. The ramble continues without any objections and sleep takes over till 3AM morning alarm.

Run begins at 5:30AM.. Lot of 'positevete' in the mob, makes M.Clouseau run at much better pace than he dreamed. The weather is worse compared to last year.
It is a dream solo run , if he cuts off himself from few arrogant people who want him to “make Reum” for them to go ahead.. esp when Zeir is plenty of reum already, why zis arrogance.

People drop trash on the road, Zey shoot bottles like football that might hurt Barefoot runners, zey have no time to aim for ze bin. Ze run ends and he feels afresh.
He crosses the borderline and tries to find a breach to go to CST terminus without collecting the medal. He has successfully avoided adding more junk in his cupboard for last two years. But this time  the Pink Panther is well secured from all boundaries, he must enter ze ground. Zis time he must stand in queue and accept  the "Ordre national du Mérite".

On way back to the Reum, Ze bag is given to a beggar. Ze junk metal and towel is carried back to ze reum, as it may be used as disguise in future , be used as a can opener or scrape paint off the palette.
He joins his surete` team for journey back to Paris.


Yet another case. Solved pretty faster than he expected. i.e 4:47 to the finish
https://sportstimingsolutions.in/share.php?event_id=47265&bib=1169