A HEART: FULL OF LOVE

Note: This story is explained as a chronological narration to keep the events effective and intense.

12 FEBRUARY 2022:

5:30 AM:

COIMBATORE:

As the time is 5:30 AM already, Sai Adhithya wakes up from the bed. Looking here and there for sometimes, he goes near to Maareesh and wakes him up.

"Hey. Lady Maari. Wake up da. See. The time is 5:30 AM."

"Hey nonsense. Today is Saturday only right. Let me sleep peacefully for sometime da." As he said like this, Sai Adhithya angrily kicked him from the bed and said: "Hey. You retch. Talking like a puss. I told you right. I am going to take you to my hometown. Refresh yourself and come sooner da. I am waiting in my bike."

Maareesh refreshes himself and comes out, where he sees his friend Dhivakar also waiting for Sai Adhithya. Going near to him, he asked: "Hey. You ah? When did you come here da?"

"I am also coming with Adhithya to Pollachi da Maareesh. He said he would introduce his family to me." Maareesh follows his journey in Dhivakar's car. While, Adhithya goes in his bike. When travelling in the bike, Dhivakar asked: "Hey. I never expected that our college days will finish this faster da."

"I too didn't expect the same da. Within a second, everything have changed." When travelling towards Karpagam college road at NH4 roads of Pollachi, Adhithya notices a couple going in KTM Duke 390 bike. Seeing them, he stops his journey in the middle and recalls his school days and college days.

BHARATHI VIDYA BHAVAN:

2015:

When you are doing something that is right, you just do it and take care … Someone has to do this. However, if you do something that you feel is right, then people would stop you from doing so. My mother intervened in each and every activities since childhood days. She never understood my emotions and feelings. All she does is to criticize me and show partiality to me. Even during my 10th standard leave, she have not given enough freedom to enjoy my leaves and instead, sent me to hospitals.

Since then, I had been disrespecting her whenever I get a chance to do so. From childhood to present, it was my father Krishnasamy who is very fond and supportive. He guides, beats and scolds me to take me in a right path. My father is everything to me since my childhood days.

When I was four years old, I used to play with him run and chase. He used to take me to several places during the childhood days. My life was beautiful with my father. We shared an emotional bonding with each other. I never disrespected my mother in childhood days. She was everything to me during those times. However, those things changed when she have showed her true colours.

Since then, she expected me to forgive her through various ways. Scolding me, crying, cursing and trying to explain her role in my life. However, I didn't pay heed to her words. In my school days, I often mocked Maareesh by calling him, "10-Marks Maari, 9-Maari, etc."

One such incident have completely changed me in 11th grade. Maareesh' roll number was 11509. Whenever teacher calls him 509, Dhivakar used to laugh and said, "9. Go and get your paper da." He never beats him up or other people like Haswin. But, he used to hit me. I used to sing, "9 eh, 9 eh. Maareesh eh, Maareesh eh."

During my school days, there was another friend called Raagul Roshan and his twin brother Rajiv Roshan. Raagul Roshan was the most beautiful guy in my class although he is over-weight. Holding his chin up, I used to tell often: "Bulk. You look so cute."

Often during the break, I said : "Bulk. You look so beautiful da." For this, my friends used to tell: "You look so cheaper da." One of my friend Sanjeev Raj said: "Hey Adhi. If you repeatedly do these kind of things, then police would book a case against you and file as sex torture da."

There are lots of funny incidents in my life. Among them is one incident with Maareesh. He have hit my eyes during a tuffle in 11th grade. After this, my eyes were recovered. However, we were almost suspended. Thanks to the principal's intervention, my suspension and Maareesh's suspension was cancelled. 

Using this as an opportunity, my mother tried to justify her cruel acts. Thanks to my frequent profane words and cuss words, I have muted her with abusing language in the presence of my father, who stood helpless for my ruthless acts. Since, I am studying well and further, he can't do anything for my bad transformation. I am cruel to my mother and her relatives. Since, they used my innocence for granted. I realized how this world would cheat me when I am good and henceforth, went through a transformation.

Everybody have a Romeo and Juliet in their school life. I loved a North-Indian girl one-sided and later on, moved on due to my busy schedules for studies. Except to spend some time in Library, I never had another way to spend my time during the school days. 

Days went like this in my school days. With my father's help, I was studying well and came with flying colours in 12th grade. But, the school journey have teached a lots in my life. After schools, I got full freedom in my college. Since, there are no one to question me and I have my own perspection to make decisions on life and employment. Maareesh and Dhivakar joined GRD College of Arts and Science. While, I joined PSG College of Arts and Science.

During the First year, I got several friends just like in the school. But, there were only few people, who could be true to their self. Thanks to Lord Shiva, I immersed myself into the story-writing and poem. It's only during this time, I realized Cinema heroes are indeed reel heroes. Not real heroes. I started to analyze and read the facts about politics and Indian administrative system.

Although my father was happy that I am changing slowly, he wasn't happy with the fact that, I am exposing the things, that I come across through newspaper. Since, he fears that I could go in dangerous path and meet a dangerous end. My relationship with my mother worsened during the college days. One day, I got into a tip-off with my Tutor madam during the second year of PSGCAS, arguing about the increasing drug rackets and drug addicts in Indian society. 

My mother shouted at me for looking at social issues in India due to which I lashed out at her saying: "Are you such a big genious? Useless dog. How dare you speak about me? You are not fit to talk about me. Roadside dog. I found my real talent through college. After studies, I will go to job. I am learning what's good and what's bad in this society. Especially about you. Waste idiot! Those useless brats, you will support. But, me alone." I said angrily after which, I accidentally pushed her asides in the blinded anger.

Seeing all this, my father slapped me and chased me outside the house. I was shell-shocked and didn't get anger with him. Since childhood days, I know my mother didn't care for both of us. But, was surprised why he did so. I didn't talk with him since then and instead worked on for my studies to go for a job and then enter into the film industry. While, my mother yearned for my love and affection due to which, I stopped visiting my hometown.

At this point of time, a girl called Anjali entered into my life. She is a Brahmin girl from R.S.Puram of Coimbatore district. We met during the first year and became close friends. Darshini lost her mother when she was in the 8th grade. Since then, it was her father, who took care of her and trust her a lot. Starting as a friend turned to close friend. I feared it could turn into love. Since, I felt like kissing her forehead, hugging her, which I did. 

Henceforth, I distanced myself from her. However, she came in and asked me the reason for it. I told about my fear to love her and confessed about my past. Anjali joked asking, "Why can't we be a friends for two months and know whether we fell in love?"

Hearing this, I said, "No no. Not interested." As she challenged me, I decided to be friend with her for two months. During the friendship journey, I met her father and elder sister, who waa unhappy with my presence in Anjali's life. Anjali have shared a good opinion about me to her father. I further met Maareesh and Dhivakar during the college days. 

As expected, Anjali proposed her love to me in the suset at the college.

"I wasn't expecting you. I didn't think that we would end up together. The single most extraordinary thing I've ever done with my life is fall in love with you. I've never been seen so completely, loved so passionately and protected so fiercely." I was very shocked and reluctant. But, I accepted her love though I fear for my father, who doesn't support Inter-Caste marriages. My father was now respected villager owning a farmland in Semanampathy of Kerala borders in Pollachi. In Anaimalai, he have got a house for me to live with him. However, he still didn't forget my atrocious act against my mother. 

Having completed my studies and the NPTEL exams off-late, I went to my college to submit the certificate to my HOD. Since, I have to submit the degree certificate to the company. She said, "Hey. Come da. Take a seat." After taking a seat, she asked me: "How are you?"

"I am fine mam."

"Then, what about your revolutionary stories and poems?"

"Writing whenever I get some time mam. Now, planning to do short-films after getting the job in a company mam."

She congratulated me and further asked me to get the degree certificate. A minute later she said: "I too was like you only. Against the usage of drugs, abusing, etc. But, people never paid heed to my words. You were a good student. I feared about your life. That's why I was harsh with you. Sorry."

I apologized to her for arguing with her and said, "Mam. I feel grateful to be your student." I left the college campus after getting the degree.

YEARS LATER:

2021:

I was financially strong with my job in hand. Henceforth, I joined hands with my friend Shyam, who was acting in short-films and directed a short-film of his own. We directed small short-films about farming, unemployment and college students. Slowly, we got to know about a Short-film competition organized by Director Karthik Subburaj. With his encouragement and support, I did my debut feature film "The Unconditional Love." The film was successful at the box office in the same KG Cinemas, where my short-film won. Now, I have got another action-thriller subject in hand to direct alongside a pan-Indian project. My friend Maareesh and Dhivakar's dreams to become a mimiry artist and dance choreographer too fulfilled slowly because of their hardwork. 

During the short-film competition speech I was asked by director: "For whom are you dedicating this short-film Adhithya?"

"To my mother and to my doting father sir." He said in the mike and recalled an event with his father before few months back:

When I, Maareesh and Dhivakar were preparing for Internship and applying for placement jobs, my father came inside. Those two went inside so that we both can talk freely.

"I am not angry with you pa. All my anger is with her only. She was the solo reason for everything. I still don't know why you beat me for that useless lady, who didn't even care us?"

However, he was angered and said pointing out his finger he said, "Stop the words Adhithya. What you know about her da? Ah? What you know?"

He said about the events that I have forgot in my life:

"Her love has always been a sustaining force for our family, and one of my greatest joys is seeing her integrity, her compassion, her intelligence reflected in your mind. I was working as a employee in a reputed company of Erode. During that time, you wasn't able to speak or talk due to an injection. You suffered from Autism and ADHD. She was determined to bring you up normal and stood in the rain and hot sun da. She wanted you to recover sooner. That's why she sacrificed everything for you. But, you have demeaned her relatives and your cousin right? She have written this diary and asked me to send it to you da. So that, your hearltess mind could change. You know? A mother's heart is full of love da."

Upon reading the diary written by his mother, Adhithya feels remorseful and feels guilty for being harsh and cruel with her. I cried out aloud emotionally and went to meet her in my house. There my mother have been regretting about turning me wild and violent by partializing him. She said, "I would never forgive her mistakes" and cried. She said, "I have to learn my mistake by seeing how he transformed right. He is a child."

However, my father consoled her and said, "I am still angry on him." Seeing me, my father went inside my mother's room. While, I sat flat. My mother was sleeping and the next day, she didn't woke up. She have died. During the funeral, I recalled my father's words: "You won't be that harsh, when you have noticed the leg of your mother da."

Seeing her leg with wounds, I was emotional and cried aloud, holding her legs and regretted for not taking care of her. Later on, my father stopped talking with me. While, I continued to focus on job and filmmaking.

Hearing this, the entire crew were shocked and surprised. They applauded me. One year later, I came along with Dhivakar and Maareesh to meet my father and reconcile with him.

PRESENT:

(I opt for second-person narration from now.)

At present Adhithya, Maareesh and Dhivakar reached Semanampathy, where Krishnaswamy and his friend Ramaraj warmly welcomes them inside the house. During the visit to other places of Anaimalai and Semanampathy, Dhivakar observes the equality of religion beliefs and caste. He asked Adhithya: "Oh. Here no riots have come ah da?"

"My father teached me how to respect all religion da. Each and every people are like that only. No Hindu, No Muslim, No Christian. We are all human beings." Adhithya said to which, the guys smiled. At the same time, Anjali confessed about her love with Adhithya to her father and elder sister, after which she gets slapped by her father.

He came to the shop of my friend Shiju brother's where Shijju bro and his elder brother Mansoor were doing some jobs of repairing phone and laptops. Anjali's father slapped me and asked, "You want my daughter ah da? What's your caste and what's our caste? You are a useless brat. And your father!"

Adhithya gets angry and said: "Stop. Talk about me. Not about my father. I won't pursue your daugther here after. Inform her about the same." However, Anjali's sister have a change of heart at this point of time upon seeing Adhithya's growth. During the night time, Shijju was crying when sitting with Krishnaswamy.

"Hey. Why are you crying da? For bearing a son like Adhithya, I only have to cry. He made me lonely today. He didn't even come to talk with me."

However, Shijju said: "Uncle. Adhithya said something about you before a few hours."

"About me ah?" Looking at Shijju, he asked laughing.

FEW HOURS BACK:

Shijju and Mansoor took Adhithya, Dhivakar and Maareesh to their house where they asked the boys for drink, to which the trio refuses.

Adhithya said: "Bro. For how many years you know my dad?"

"Since 15 years da." They said.

"It could be probably 6 years bro. I and my dad didn't talk. You know? Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall. A mother's secret hope outlives them all. Her hopes didn't die. Only when she died I understood her good nature. But, since childhood days, I am seeing my dad. He had been living for me. Sacrificed everything for me. During the work in company, he used to take me in his jeep for the place he goes. While I sit in the backseat, he sits in the front seat with stylish looks. I used to observe him. Don't know what miracle happened. I wasn't able to talk with him since these 6 years. I hope to reconcile with him. You know bro? If I know what love is, it is because of Anjali. My soul and her soul are forever tangled. But, Fathers are men who dared to place the world's hopes and dreams in their children. A dad is more than just the sum of his parts. He is the very soul of the family. To me father means a heart full of love." Adhithya cried. He further said, how Shijju's father Kamaludeen took care of him alongside Shijju when Adhithya was in treatment at a hospital. He described Kamaludeen and his father's friendship as "heavenly ones in the earth." He now misses his presence a lot. Shijju too feels emotional.

Now turning to Maareesh, Adhithya requested him not to trouble his mother after which, he emotionally hugged him. Dhivakar too shared about the pains and sufferings of his mother, after his father died when he was in 8th grade. He feels grateful to his mother.

PRESENT:

Krishnaswamy gets up from the seats. He felt emotional. Looking at his father's photo in the house, he said: "Adhithya often resembled you through his acts dad. He made me realize that I am everything to him. Adhithya- My great son." Now looking at Shijju, Krishnaswamy asked: "Who had beaten my son da?"

Now, Krishnaswamy barged into the house of Anjali. He beats up the henchman of Anjali's father and said: "I never allowed inter-caste marriage. Since, I feared a lot about cultural differences. But, I realized how stronger my son's love is. How dare you have say my son as a useless brat? He is now a good filmmaker. Yet, he is down-to-earth." Looking at Anjali, he said: "My son like your daughter a lot. You have to bring her tomorrow. Orelse!" He pointed out his finger towards Anjali's father.

When going outside, he again comes in and slapped Anjali's father. Now he said: "I neither beat nor slapped my son since childhood days da. Except for one incident. How dare you slap my son?" He leaves from the place. Standing outside the road, Krishnaswamy felt the beauty of nature and rains. While Anjali's father deeply regrets his horrible mistakes.

Apologizing to Adhithya, he reunites his daughter with him. When he looked at Shijju, he pointed out his father, who is been waiting for him in the car. Adhithya emotionally embraced his father, watched by a happy Anjali's father, Anjali, Anjali's elder sister and Dhivakar. While, Maareesh puts his left hand in the shoulder of Shijju accidentally, unable to control his happiness. Then, he takes his hands as Shijju stared at Maareesh.

Sai Adhithya goes in his father's car. Surprisingly, both of them were sitting in the front seat. When Adhithya is driving the car, he sees his father, sitting stylish and smiles at him...

EPILOGUE:

Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, storytellers, and singers of song. This story is dedicated to all innocent fathers in the world.