Aarthi was watching television. Surprisingly a Tamil movie. Karthik entered "Hi Aarthi". He hugged her from back. "Ennada, You are watching Tamil movie. Can you understand?" asked a surprised Karthik. "I am trying to understand. You are not going to teach me. I will learn from myself. If 68 million people across 4 countries can understand and speak that, even this London girl can."
Her confidence was extraordinary, but it sounded stupid to Karthik.
"Hey! No one will recognize you as a London girl. You look like a perfect south Indian girl."
Aarthi smiled at Karthik, went into the kitchen, brought him a cup of coffee. He sipped it with an exaggerated sound.
"How was your day, Karthik?" she queried.
"Work load was little less. Good. How did you pass time, Hum?"
A cold stare from Aarthi forced Karthik to apologize and call her 'Aarthi' again. After all it is his lips that called her 'Aarthi' while his heart cheered 'Humairah'.
"I went to Temple and a little shopping after that. I am tuning to 'Vedic civilization' and not 'Indus Valley civilization' said a matured Aarthi.
"Are you really comfortable, da?" Karthik really felt for her.
"You have given "Allah" a form. You have made 'Allah' into thousands of statues, so that everyone feels his presence in different ways. It is the same God, whom I prayed all these years. But you also have 'Goddess'. I can imagine how women are treated equally in this society. Religion is just a way to conduct oneself properly and everyone should understand that all religions lead to the same destination. God is there. Certainly. Even here, the people are fooled by a self proclaimed atheist group, which is only against Particular community and their practices. After all they fool people for money." Lectured Aarthi as Karthik finished his coffee.
"Why don't you write some novels or books, when you know so much. You think so much. You speak so much." Uttering these words slowly he moved towards her. He forced his face on her neck and started probing her all over. The gentle game continued till a child knocked the door for tuition.
Karthik's words were definitely a remedy for her thirsty mind. Karthik was sleeping. Aarthi woke him up.
"Karthik, Can I really try writing?" She asked.
Karthik with half closed eyed questioned "What will your write?".
"About 'Haj stampede', where 244 people are killed or about 'The return of the King' (Oscar winner) or 'The return of Putin as Russian chief' or about 'The bird flue-'Sars' or about 'Indo-pak peace process' or 'Brain Lara's world record' or 'Enlarged European Community' or 'crude oil price hike' or 'Russians domination in women tennis' or 'Ronald Reagan's last riots".
Her reply irritated Karthik. He stopped her by shutting her mouth with his hand.
"You are a real genius. You remember everything. Tomorrow morning we will sit and discuss this. Relax now. Sleep." He calmed her.
"Watch out for your thoughts, for it determines your words.
Watch out for your words, for it determines your actions.
Watch out for your actions, for it determines your habits.
Watch out for your habits, for it determines your Character.
Watch out for your character, for it determines your destiny", blabbered a great thinker.
A girl loved a man and that little change in her thinking, brought a change in her destiny. Yes, Humairah changed in to Aarthi. This brought her to India. Now that she's ready to rock this world. Perhaps her 'Foreign origin' will not be a problem, unless she eyes politics.
Thoughts, words, actions, habits and character changed in Aarthi and hence her destiny too. Yes, life is a variable entity. The extent of variation is small in some cases and huge in others. Man is not always totally in control of his thinking and hence his destiny. It is the fate which controls his thinking and the nature is always the superior ruler.
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