Trija… Born Thrice…

Friday, September 30, 2016

Hello… OCTOBER…

Seems like only yesterday some of my friends and I had invited the New Year 2016… we are already down by 9 in the year…

We had collectively said 2016 was going to be defining in more ways than one… one of my friends was stepping into his 50’s… quite an accomplishment that – given that he blows the wits out of people around him and they would still let him live longer… each time…

One of them had one of his kidneys removed and now lives a ‘solo kidney’ life… in another, hangs his liver by a thread…

A fourth has had heart trouble a fourth time in her life… the first three occasions when she was spurned in love… and now, the fragile arteries gave way…

But we all had agreed upon something new that we would do this year… something that we hadn’t done before…

Because in 2016, the digits added up to the auspicious number 9…

Yes – I had done something new this year… I published my first book – which I wrote to write and never to really sell… I had held it in my palms… the first print… felt extremely lofty… gave that to my mother for a first read… not that she understands every word of it, because even I don’t at times, understand what I write… but she does… the emotion behind the gesture when I touched her feet for all that she has given me… in life… and in my birth…

And my birth has a very notable attachment to number 9 too… 9 elements that continue to contribute to the 3 times that I am born every year…

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Windy, stormy and squally was the night when I was born… typhoon Durga was raging her wrath in a geo-cosmic way… you see I was born in the east of the country where geographically the Goddess Durga was caught in a cosmic combat with Mahish Asura – the demon – that she slew with her trident…

I don’t know where this exactly happened… or the spot where the blood of Mahish did really spew… but given the frenzy with which all my Bong (Bengali) friends go gaga over Goddess Durga and her eccentricities, I am assuming the east of the country should be that place…

This geo-cosmic combat sorted… on the 8th day (DurgaAshtami) of the 9 day war that raged between the Goddess and the demons… and with the confluence of Earth, Wind and Water were firmly established as the first 3 elements that contributed to my birth… and since all of them have an equal Gregorian connect – the calendar that Pope Gregory XIII introduced in 1582… it was confirmed that 29th September was the date when I was born – as ordained by the Pope…

That was the start of an eternal skirmish that the Pope and the Goddess have been involved in…

Since I was born hours after Mahish died… my Mother first… then my Wife, and now – my Daughter – the next 3 positive influencing elements in my life… believe I have traces of the Asura in me as the demon’s soul has conveniently found its way into my body… you see – geographically I was the closest in proximity… Mahish did not have to pay much for transporting his soul into my body…

And all these 3 elements believe that Mahish’s DNA manifests itself in its behaviours in many ways in me… for example… every time I have a worldview, different to the ways of their world… I am often considered to be the substantiation of all that is evil that Mahish stood for… and over the years, all these 3 women in my life have been training their tridents to spew my blood out of me…

So much for considering all the women in your life to be your allies… they would perform all kinds of rituals on DurgaAshtami… to thwart the evil out of me…

That’s my second date of origin and assimilation in this world…

The last 3 elements of the 9, hold a more tangible gravity in my life… these are my PAN Card… my Driving Licence… and my Passport… they contain the official date of birth… and the perpetrator of my fictitious (read… mysterious) birth date on all these documents, is my father…

My father never had a drop of alcohol in his life… nor, as much as I would imagine or know, was he ever on drugs or any other substance abuse either… but at the time when he was registering me in my school, he had a cerebral disposition around his life long magnetism for the number 9… he registered my birthdate on my school records as October 27…

He has logic… I would retire from my working life a month later than I would otherwise have… his trained ‘Government Servant’ mind could only think of this explanation when I asked him about this discrepancy in the dates between 29th September and 27th October…

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Finally, I was born thrice… at least, that’s what all my official documents issued by the Government of India… as ordained by my father, the servant of the Government that he was…

1 of 3 is done… 29th September… a Confluence of the Earth, Wind and Water…

2 of 3 is on 9th of October… DurgaAshtami… a Connivance of my Mother, Wife and my Daughter…

3 of 3 is later in October… on the 27th… a Conspiracy between my father and his employer – the Indian Government… as betrayed in my PAN Card, my Driving Licence and my Passport…    

9 elements… Born Thrice…

Seems like only yesterday…

Happy Navratras…

Ravi Kodukula

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