9th February 2005
10:30 am
“Doc Krish; please come to the ER, stat [this word ‘stat’ means immediately in medical parlance].” – The public addressing system, was paging for Krish. It was an emergency, a hit and run case.
The leading surgeon of the city, Dr. Krishnan Rangarajan, was being called as he was on duty for the day at the St. Estella Hospital. He was doing his routine check-up of patients at the ground floor, when he heard his name on the PA.
He wondered what happened and in his mind started debating at the inefficiency of the staff and started coursing towards the stairs to head to ER on the 2nd floor, ‘A’ block.
His strides were somewhere between a wide step and a half run. He passes through the hallway of white walls, painted green till the middle of the wall from the ground, long drab corridors, with patients waiting for doctors, the relatives in an animated conversation, the nurses brightly walking across, the ward boys trolling or carrying someone across for the CT scan or MRI or just an X-ray.
The air is filled with the humid smell of sulphur, cleaning acids, medicine, tincture, and dry blood. It is little too much for a person who enters for a first time, but for people like Krish this is just another regular day and there is no botheration for all these frivolous things.
He feels his act of saving a life is like playing the role of god, in every way. It brings him immense pleasure in playing the part and that keeps him coming to work everyday, day after day.
He is climbing two steps at a time, gasping for breadth as it had been sometime now, with this kind of exertion. It has been ages, he had settled to his evenly paced walk and has almost become synonymous with it now, among his colleagues.
The door of the ER was ajar and he pushes the door to get in, he does it in a hastily. A guy of twenty years of age struggling for breath with a falling pulse rate, his head, knees, and his arms, has brushes all over, but his right leg has broken and blood is oozing out from the wound. A nurse was nursing his wound on the right leg, he is semi-conscious and moaning in pain, and a surgery is required to get him back on his legs.
Krish gives a close look at the state of the guy and quickly sets to work on his patient. This boy would have perhaps been playing football at the street corner, but now bed ridden at least for the coming months. He has been badly hit by a truck and is now grasping for breadth struggling between life and death.
Death, it has its own ways and fancies. My dad, would have been fine today, if I had saved him? Why did I not save him, what happened? What went wrong?
He looks around at the nurse, who has expertise of more than a decade, is fighting to clam the guy on the table, he looks at and asks, her, “What went wrong? What did you give him? Get the atheistic, stat?
“Doc, the anesthetic, is not in today. He had called in the morning to cancel him appointment on personal grounds.”
Giving the nurse a stern look, he yells at her, “Do you know the situation, god damn, give him a call and ask him here. Why is that you people need to be told what to do? I did not expect this from you, with your experience.
Did you call for another anesthetic or should I have to do that?”
“Yes, doctor. We have sent word for the anesthetic of the Glen Hospital. Doctor Kavya Subramanian is on the way.”
“Whoever, page her again and ask her to buck up.”
Checking the pulse of the patient, he injects a liquid into the IV of the patient and tries to check the pulse and looks at the irregular beating of the heart through the monitor and gives a nod for the surgery of the right leg.
A hushed voice over the phone, “Doctor, are you on the way? The patient’s condition is a little critical.”
“Yeah, I am almost there, which floor is it?”
“It is on the 2nd floor, ‘A’ block, opposite to the car park.”
“Ok, thank you. I will be there.”
Pushing the doors of the ER, she walks in. He turns to see who is it? He is dumb struck; he stands there gapping at her. His mind is winding back in time, memories come flushing, he is collecting his thoughts and his mind is speaking in volumes.
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October 18, 2008
A Medical Romance
A Lazy Confusing Summer Afternoon (Concluding Part)
At the further end of the shop, there is a guy who is immersed in a book he is reading, in two chairs away from him there is a boy and girl lost in their world, apart from them the shop is empty. A cafe attendant in the shop walks up to her and asks her, “Maam, would you like to sit here [pointing to a small table with couches in one corner hid by the pillar structure]?”
She looks at her and nods her head, takes her seat along with the menu card. The attendant leaves her alone and walks away, she gives a sigh of relief, as the girl did not bother to stand there and pester her for an order. Settling down on the couch, she wonders why she turned up there. She had no intention of drinking coffee, looking at the menu card, reluctantly opens the card to look in, and the menu card items dance in front of her eyes and they try to tell her something of that she has almost forgotten in years.
She is just looking at them and she is being transported to the days of her life, when she was carefree and just a college girl surrounded by her friends and she used to spend sometime during weekends with her friends in such a coffee shop, though in her times it wasn’t such a big posh looking shop, but a small bakery extended with a few chairs and tables spread on the pavement and it used to be heaven.
“Maam ….” “Maam, are you ready to order?”
“Maam…” Her thoughts are disturbed by this third call of the attendant who is standing beside her to take her order. Coming back she orders for a black coffee or espresso these days, and a glass of water.
To which, the girl looks up to the end of the shop which holds water dispensing unit, which is empty right now, and Shymala’s eyes follow this girls and she too is looking at the empty dispenser, at the same time, the pair of eyes from the book, catches a glance at them both. Her eyes meet the guys and it stays there for more than a half a minute then necessary.
Both of them turn away, and she replies, “Yes, maam will get you, put you got to wait a few seconds more, as you see our dispenser is empty and we are waiting for it to be changed. Will some plain water, do?”
Oh, don’t bother get the water and coffee together.” Saying thus, she gets back to the menu on her hands. But, the pair of eyes tells her something else. I have seen these eyes before. “Oh yeah, you have lady, just now. You don’t remember [her mind speaks slowly]” “No, I have seen them from close quarters.” These are the same, eyes that belong to Sameer, the guy who secretly stole her heart and made had feel a soft corner for him whenever he looked at her fondly.
Ah, that is ages before, no it can’t be him. I haven’t seen him after the day of graduation. God, knows where he is right now?
“Excuse me…can I share a cup of coffee with you?”
“Sorry, I don’t entertain strangers. Leave me alone.”
“Yeah, I would. If you take a look at me [He stood there smiling, waiting for her to look at him]”
She lifts her head to find an average looking middle-aged man, with a well built and managed body, looking at her with the same slop sided smile, with the sharp dark brown eyes piercing her.
She instantly breaks into a cheer and extends her hand to greet, the man who got lost into this world and long forgotten in the warfare of life. She never remembered him for a second, till the day she sat in this very coffee shop looking at the menu card. And Lo! He is here standing and offering her a chance to share her coffee with him.
“Hey, man decades now, How come you here?” “My god, please do join. You don’t need invitation sent out, right.”
“Huh, I thought I almost needed one till you looked up at me.”
“What do you mean? What I am doing here? Do you own this city? No, I guess, you don’t. If you do, I would have come to know, coz, now I am a small Real Estate Investor and Constructor, in the city. My company is named; Eden Alliances and Constructions.”
“Wow, that’s a name. You into constructions, Hmm…It’s been a long time, Sam (this is how she used to address him, during college days), how did I remember that??!!”
They look at each other for quite a while letting the silence engulf them and the song, playing the background, “Tu hi re….Tu hi re, an ARR musical duet.”
He face has taken the effects of middle-age. His moustache has traces of gray hair, his sideburns have traces of grey hair, and hair is graying near the temples were adding beauty to his face. His clean shaven cheeks show marks of laugh lines, his eyes has taken a reading glass to it, aging inconveniences, his neatly ironed pale blue shirt, the neatly folded sleeves, the steel colored watch with his favorite black dial with roman numbers, his sleek artistic fingers, so on and on…Hmm, does the fingers still draw amazing portraits, landscapes, and beauties.
He wasn’t like this when in college, he was smart and quick witted, young vibrant. How is he, now? The same, where do I start, what do I ask him? If only, he had confessed his mind, that day?
Hello, madam, what lost in thoughts? I am still the same guy you know from college, only difference is now, I am entrepreneur and has responsibilities. I am married, have two kids, one is in 3rd standard and another is in 1st standard, in the same city. My wife’s, a darling, [pauses, he looks at her] then continues, she put up with me during my struggling years and saved me the disgrace of losing. She also contributes to my success.
Our college days were real fun, isn’t it. No worries, no constraints, no hassles, enjoyable period. What fun we had? But, you know, Shami [this is how he used to call her] life teaches you a lot of things. I struggled after finishing college for a job, started working as small time consultant and slowly built my own from scratch and during those days, got married, had kids, managed the home and the business and had been days, when I longed for a friend to share my feelings, to tell them what I went through, what trouble it is, to share a joke, to lighten a moment, to live life, and in all those moments, I thought of you.
She thinks, “Oh, my god, he thought of me, and I not even for an instant till this time, did not even think he existed. What, a smart mug I am.”
I thought of you, I thought you would bring me comfort by listening to me, I thought you would give me suggestions; I thought you would say, it will get over….Hmm…but you weren’t there? Isn’t it? Where had you been, Shami? Where were you all these days?
She was getting uncomfortable, in his gaze; she was feeling small, in front of him, she wanted to ask sorry, she wanted to tell him a lot of things, and she wanted to comfort him. But, then she thought, why all of sudden, why is he doing this now, when he should have expressed his feelings long back. Now, it is out of place and does not fit the bill.
She just controlled herself and said, “What do you mean by, where I had been. I am here, in the city for almost 10 years now, form finishing college, and been working in the Excel Marketing Corporation, as Sr. Marketing Manager.”
You see me here, in this coffee shop, today because I was disturbed and came to refresh my mind with a coffee. All of all, a surprise package, I see you here.
They are seen talking to each other in an animated conversation from the bill desk and the cafe attendant is thinking, this lady, I thought, she came alone. Huh, whatever you want happens in the city. Who cares, what, when and how….??!!! What’s in store for me? Let me take the bill out to her.
Short Stories by Kavitha Kumaresan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License
When a Blogger meets a Fellow Blogger!!! (Part -3)
I asked ‘who is it’? It said ‘Stupid talk…’Then, I slowly blurted out, your poems are good [Did I tell you he writes POEMS], you should write…You also write nicely and Blah …Blah….Blah.
In between I kept sipping my coffee, can’t let it get cold, actually I like coffee that is cold enough, but today I was drinking the coffee, blowing air to cool it by my breath and then sip it…[What a act!!!]
In this process, I don’t know when I dropped some of the coffee on to my attire [a nice beautiful sari, I wore, now it was only purely accidental that I wore a sari ;-)]
I wiped it off with the napkin and did not make a fuss out of it, but my mind was stuck on it. I was scolding myself inside me, Idiot can’t you drink a coffee correctly, what a messy lady. Aw! He is going to get the message, dear girl, you are a mess!!! I wanted to hide, but being modest has become my second roll now……
We talked about a lot of things, He spoke about his foreign trips, I spoke about my school days [now, don’t ask me why, situation, BABA] then I asked him where did he stay, here at the place of work, and how he landed up here [I know, a stupid question, blame it on my brain], he spoke about United Kingdom, Scotland, London and the whole of United Kingdom, It was like as if I travelled……
I too showed of my knowledge of the little geography I knew…I told him about the Castles in Scotland [he said yeah, all castles look like]; I had to accept to the fact, I said yes, but I with a stupid smile on my face said, as a History teacher, every castle has a history of its own [Did I not sound like History Teacher, I did!!!!]
Then, I told him where I stay put here, and then he told me I am spending so much on rents, I said. What to do, I like some neatness[ a lady who spills coffee on her dress and sits there like a Dumbo, talks about neatness, irony…..]
Yeah, we talked about James Bond movies, well the topic on movies came up due to the Blog I wrote, I happened to miss a movie due to the heavy rains, in Hyderabad one day[Did I have to write!!!] Huh! Yes, I included my husband in that blog, Shucks, Did he read that part!!! Not sure cause he did not mention it!!! So I was Happy [OK, I know I am Shaadi-Shudha]
We talk about the latest bond, Daniel Craig. I become a movie critic here, I tell him, Craig does not look like BOND material, and I tell him Pierce Brosnan, Look more like a Bond [Hmm…All Handsome men!! Oh! God, Why am I married and in INDIA!!!]. The Shaadi-Shudha does not suit me, well!![Wait, I know Please, Don’t you people ever tell this to my Husband, OK Deal!!!]
He refers to Sean Connery and Roger Moore. The we talk about a couple of movies about Sean Connery The, I tell him Entrapment a movie, of Sean Connery and I forget the Lady who acted in that, of course, a female cannot remember a female and if that female is ravishing beautiful, we tend to neglect her the first thing… [By the way it stared Catherine Zeta Jones]
My date [oops, sorry!! My friend] refers to her by name, and I feel, yeah, yeah…As if I forget her name really [what to do!!!]
In the meantime of all this talk I don’t know when I finished my coffee, I did not notice the empty cup, I needed him to prompt it. I look into the cup to take one more sip, lo! It is empty…!
The, we look at each other for a second….Oh my god don’t look at me like that, I can get lost in those eyes……..[I know a filmy dialogue, but what to do!!]
Then, we say the most obvious thing, do you have work, for which he says, I am free today, if you have work we will leave otherwise stay. [Now, if that was a prompt I did not get it, by this time I was sweating badly that I wanted the comforts of an Air Conditioner or an Electric Fan]
So I feel like to escape that place before the stinking smell of body odor drives away apart and bid us the relief of bye!!!
I tell him we will leave (even I don’t have work; I was only busy blogging and commenting the posts!!!) Then, he again completes our meeting with the starting lines as, “I write well….Blah…Blah...Blah”
WOW! What a way to complete and give a finish to the meet. As if we would not meet on the blog, on the communicator, or even cross each other while moving from one block to another or bump into each other during the lunch, snack, or just a chat in the cafeteria!!! We bid a bye to each other and advise each other to keep the good writing going and going.
We make promises to each other and then, with a heavy heart [believe me, it was heavy (the coffee)!!!] say, Keep in touch and catch you sometime later or rather bump into you [Working for a US client!!!] and then he apologized for the ice-creams, [now, I was doubtful, did he hid all those ice-creams, because he did not want to lick the ice-cream in front of me!!!]
He added, thought it not being a fault of his, he is sorry for the ice creams not to be there [now, I am strong on my doubt] and he says thank you for the coffee [Huh! I drank coffee and he is saying, Thanks!!]
Now, I had to respond, my brain also ordered now, I say, “Yeah, thanks, is what I should be saying? Isn’t it?” [I ask him itself, How stupid]
Ah! He has a brilliant answer for it, he says, “You called me and I came, so next I will call you and you will come, than it becomes your chance to say Thank you!!”[Did that make sense?]
I just giggle, in fact a little loudly I attracted crowd, and hurray they saw me with this guy!!! We part ways, he goes to the block on the right and I had to take the left one, there is a slideway to get into the block, I use it. Not sure if he uses it too.
I did not turn back, for the fear that I might run back and begin talking again….!!! [OK, I know I am Shaadi-Shudha]
Got back to the workstation and look at my drab monitor, and ping him immediately, he is a little late than me…his status is away. I thank him for the coffee. [He paid for it!!!]
He replies telling me, “It was not coffee that I took, It was TEA!!!” [Phew! I knew something was wrong, did I not tell you!!!]
P.S: The ‘I’ in this post isn’t me, [I know, you people will not believe me] anyways, it was nice interaction with a fellow blogger. Should sometimes get behind the name and face the person…who knows, it can be the start of another SAGA!!!
Just tried my hand at making a nice meeting, a funny and interesting memory!!!
September 19, 2008
When a Blogger meets a Fellow Blogger!!! (Part-2)
Now, this attendee acts very smart either by looking at me blinking wide eyes and open mouth either thought I am first timer to the IT background or to the Coffee day coffee, and tries to act smart and prove that he is smart donkey (wanted to A**, but being a modest girl, don’t want to do that, so sticking with this) than me.
My friend here (Alas! I could say otherwise) asks me what do you want? I just look at him and give my best smile possible. He asks me again, this time my brain is awake it Says, Coffee, Coffee (Twice) which is unnecessary!!! He heard me the first time itself.
The smart donkey has a lineup of questions for me, on a ordinary day I would have given him back showing my smartness or whatever it was to him, but I patiently be extremely modest.
He asks me, what coffee? I say, COFFEE (a bit louder), he isn’t bothered about it. He asks me the same question again; I wonder what is wrong with him, on other days if we ask him for coffee he silently makes it.
Oh! He is testing my memory and the wonderful astonishing brain of mine works (Hurray!)
Now, it’s my turn, I tell ‘One Cappuccino, Plz’, as if we were in Italy and he recognizes coffee only by that name. He says, wait my lady I have more questions for you, won’t let you go that easily, I know he did not have customers, but he should not have ragged me at that point of time…Oh, gosh seeing me react, my friend would certainly have thought, something wrong with lady.
The attendee asks, me ‘Large or Small’, for a second I really wonder what is he referring to me, I told you my brain does not work completely under pressure…!!!
After a gap unbelievable I answer, small or normal whatever, by this time the coffee is already offered to me…
He gives me an extra packet of sugar; I take less sugar in coffee as I like it little bitter. My friend has already taken the sugar packet in his hand and he offers it to me, I can’t no to this!!?? Or can I??!!!
My friend (I will refer him as this only!!!) says, take this he might have put the exact sugar you need. I was tempted to say “I am sweet so I don’t need extra sweet!!!”[But, I am modest and have a DEGREE of MARRIAGE]
Then, we look for a place, now, tell me in crowded cafeteria you can look for a secluded place but when the cafeteria that is almost empty why you need to search for a place, WE DID!!! :D
And almost settled down on a table and chair, it was the last but one table in that row, neither the table was so visible nor the table in a hidden corner. We sat on two corners that if one of us shifted either right or forward we could form a perpendicular, and we sat and then we started talking…..
September 18, 2008
When a Blogger meets a Fellow Blogger!!!
I happened to meet a fellow blogger on the pretext of showing each other our faces for we have for some time talking to each other on our official blog and the communicator with lets us communicate even sitting close by or further away a few blocks.
So, we plan to meet each other. We set up a time and everything is set.
I am married and the blog or the communicator does not give away my status and it so happens that some mistake me for a single being and when I tell them that I am married, I can hear the sigh of disappointment or relief [not sure what it is] though not literally but still can hear it through the network cables.
Now, don’t ask me how, come on being in a world of ‘Men and Women’ and having worked in IT companies for about 6 years, I certainly know how people react to your faceless communications and the after effects of your initial introductions and to the extend the questions that are sharp and to the point like the great warrior Arjuna who could bore the eyes on a fish from the bottom of a lake just looking at the impression of the fish on the water. [Now, that’s a comparison, isn’t’ it]
We meet at the appointed hour 4.00pm, me go there on the pretext that I felt like having some ice-cream. So, we meet.
The office cafeteria is the place of meet or venue of the happening. I am an average lady with some good looks and an astonishing brain under my skull that works only at times and refuses to perform even under pressure.
We haven’t met each other and don’t know how the other person looks till we set our eyes on each other. For the first look, it is like thank god, there aren’t bad features or some extra ordinary growth on the external appearance.
So, the first step is crossed, now comes the next thing, which is as crucial as the looks and appearance is the way you respond or talk.
My bad luck the ice creams weren’t there and had to settle for a coffee, which is actually unnecessary at that point of time, but thanks to the Vending Machines in the office campuses have put us on such a habit that we can’t neglect the thought of going to the Vending Machine, in between a meeting!!!!
So, my friend has already had his share of coffee at our own vending machine and I am left with to take the coffee at the coffee day point as we cannot sit there look into each other eyes and talk all nonsense, as there are restrictions here, I am married and he is unmarried. Oh! God what a tragedy!!!
Where were all these men and options, when I was Single!!! Well, let’s leave the tragedy and continue further…
I try to offer his everything in the cafeteria except the chairs and tables and leaving the human sector, though being a time of dusk, the cafeteria was empty, I Know, somehow the news got leaked that I was on a secret mission [Love to say, ‘DATE’, but you know, I am Married] and a Shaadi-Shudha women should not go on dates, but she is eligible to eat the Kabul Dates, it is good!!![Haven't tasted, go ahead taste it. You will like it ;-)].
He just says no to everything and anything, ‘Even Sharing a Coffee with Me’!!! Oh my, what am I to do.
September 16, 2008
A Medical Romance
It was the season of spring. The city was blooming, harnessing the colors of life and nature, the birds were happy chirping, the newly-weds were joyous, the newborn were invited, there was pomp and prosperity everywhere.
Kavya, was jubilant and enjoying her newly gained freedom. She was almost all alone, in the city with no one to control her movements, give her statements of proper ordnance and always keep a watch over her.
She has joined the prestigious and one of the oldest professional courses of the world, ‘Bachelor of Medicine’. She is away from her small hometown, in a bigger city, with all amenities at the street corner, plush departmental stores, the big stores, the big shopping complexes, the boys and girls, all were new to her and she loved the city.
She is staying in the hostel and this newly enjoyed freedom of hers will be with her for the coming 4 plus 1 year of studies and there is a long way to go. Starting this Monday, she will be embarking on a new journey, a new leaf in her twig, a new bud in the node, she is going to be a Human Doctor, in years and she will be above a normal human being and has to acquire all the traits that help her in this process.
Who, knows what is in store for her in this small life of hers…..have to wait and see, today is Saturday, another day to go by.
Krish or Krishnan, as he is called, is a guy who has the geographical map of the city and never fails any street, whenever a dear one is lost in the city. He is like a walking encyclopedia of the city, comes handy in directors to the unknown corners of the city.
A rich dad and mom had given him all that he wanted. The freedom given to him, was well used and always brought him more and he enjoyed it, in spite of his friends feeling the sting of jealousy. He did not ask for or less, it was always there in enough quantity. He handled the amount of cash given to him as an apt business man and loved every moment of his.
He has a number of friends of both the genders and they all loved him for the liberty he gave them all in his company. They were all happy to be his friend but heart-of-hearts longed to be like him. There were around him and always gave him company but he looked for that one quality in someone that can give him the missing comforts of friendship and relations. It did not, happen.
His long standing desire to capture the nuances of human life, and be an able doctor to control the body along with the mind has been his passion. Interested in the science of medicines, he focused on doing nothing but getting into the prestigious college of medical sciences in the city. It is Saturday and he is expecting a lot from his Monday classes, new friends, new life, new study, new girls, and so on. Girls, yes he is excited about them, now, in a different way, he is dreaming of faceless girls, WOW, what fun it is.
Who, knows what is in store for him in this big life of his…..have to wait and see, today is Saturday, another day to go by.
I have created this piece of fiction on Sun 31-Aug-2008 and so far I have written 16 chapters with me and still writing it, a replica of it lies at my official blog too.
Short Stories by Kavitha Kumaresan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License
September 07, 2008
Engengo Sellum Yen Yennangal.....
Today, morning I was listening to songs on my way to office. It has now become a kind of ritual in the mornings and evenings, as I have to travel a distance of one and half hour journey to office everyday and back home. Left with no other options, can't read a good book, thanks to the Roller Coaster Ride, I get every day in and out, and just chilling out listening to music on my iPod is the best among the options on hand.
My eyes had started to close and my brain refused to be active, the music in my ears was singing a lullaby to me.
I was almost on the hill tops with cool breeze, the clouds touching my forehead, the drizzle chilling my spines, and then suddenly music so serene and charming hit the ear drums of mine that my brain woke up with a start and said, “Hey, wake up you can't afford to miss the SONG”.
Reluctantly, I tried to wake up but the music bore into me and made an instant start ahead of me.
I was swaying and foot tapping to the music. The song is so catchy, that I almost sang aloud with my ears still plugged with the ear phones, I know people in the bus would have thought something's wrong with this dame. But, you know people were busy with their dreams that they did not bother much to this small insignificant happening. Thanks to the drive and the dreams. Phew! What an escape..!
I just could not wonder in haze the 'Miracle of Music' that hits you like a bolt and then melts away without any notice. But you linger with the thoughts of it throughout the day and it even makes you smile unknowingly and the people who pass-by you think you are rather smiling at them. Whereas, hardly you would remember the face, anyways, I just loved this song and its music.
By the way, it is a Tamil song and I thoroughly enjoyed the lyrics and the music.
The after effects of it are very evident still...He...He...He...!!!I have posted the lyrics of the song here...Ensoi.
Engengo sellum Yen Yennangal...
Ingedhaan Kanden Pon Vannangal
Yen Vaazhkkai Vaanil Nilaave...Nilaave......
Ohhhh.........Naan Kaanbadhu...Unn Kolame....
Angum...Ingum...Yengum......
AAAAAA......Yen Nenjile...Unn Yenname..
Andrum...Indrum...Yendrum...
Ullaiththil Dhevan...Ulle Yen Jeevan...
Nee....Nee.....Nee.......... (Engengo)
Ahhh..... Kallaanavan...Poovaagiren...
Kanne...Unnai..Yenni...
Ahhhh...Poovaasamum...Ponmanjamum
Yendro...Yengo...Raajaa...
Yedharkkaaha Vaazhndhen...
Unakkaaha Vaazhven...
Naan...Nee...Naam......(Engengo)
Engengo Sellum En Ennangal Ingae Dhaan Kandaen Pon Vannangal
En Vaazhkkai Vaanil Nilaavae...Nilaavae
Those who can't understand the words, it is a love duet. The singers and the actors are trying to tell each other how much they love each other through this song...Just few lines of translation, folks-
"The guy says, he had been a stone man all these days, but on seeing and thinking about her, his mind has bloomed into a flower, bringing in all its qualities. So, since then he is thinking, You, Me and Us......"