Ah well yet another rare creation of mine!

RAJAVENU- THE CUT-THROAT LIAR MEETS HIS MASTER

Not everyone can lie! This isn't an opinion but a fact.

Rajavenu, seemed to have mastered the art of lying. And was quite impressed with his own capabilities that was shared by very few. But the day was close when he would meet his ultimate master in disguise.

Initially what began as a way to pull a leg or too, was now a habit that came naturally to Rajavenu. As his fate brought him closer to the date he was to meet his master, our man got frequent opportunities to lie under anyone's nose...quite literally!

One fine day a huge crowd assembled before a huge mansion not far away from our so very favorite Rajavenu's place of dwelling. Curious as all to know what was of such an importance, Rajavenu, with his dear friend, walked towards the house. After all, curiosity is bad only for cats and not for intellectually evolved living beings like human beings!

After a few obvious questions starting from what and how, Rajavenu got hold of the primary information required for his next and probably the ultimate lie that would make him eligible to find his master.

Well...it sure is human tendency to twist and turn the facts along with spicing it up a little, but to altogether forget the facts and being able to produce a convincing lie is a rare art. Well equipped with this rare art as Rajavenu was, it wasn't a surprise that he became the crowd puller to tell the public in general what had happened in the mansion where an old man's dead body lay in bits and pieces.

Here is the story that Rajavenu cooked to the horror of the crowd...(Gasps and contorted faces of the listeners is your part to imagine...after all I am not an accomplished writer you know!):

The dead man was a well-known astrologer of the north and knew that his death was approaching him. With an intention to avert his death, he shuts himself up in his house. He removed all the possible Weapons of Destruction (Not the one that US was searching...well it never materialized though). But death caught him at night. The celling fan in his room came crashing down while he was sleeping and cut him down into pieces.

Awestruck hearing this story, people retreated out of sheer horror.

Next thing Rajavenu had to go through was a gyan class from his dear friend who would not let him become an estranged being beaten up by people because of his excess creative talent.

Determined to channelize Rajavenu's creative talent, his friend advised him to take up writing as a profession. (Perhaps he belonged to a school that believes that lie is just another imaginative way to express.)

As guided by his loyal friend, our man Rajavenu ended up at this highly creative and probably the most precious friend that his friend had got- the famous movie director who made only laugh riots!

As he was waiting at the Director's house, Rajavenu observed the posh lifestyle- the French Window, the tastefully done drawing room and wondered how would his life turn out to be once he becomes a writer.

The director came in with a warm smile on his face and sat down to explore the possibilities of Rajavenu being accepted as a writer in the film industry. Without a moment of delay Rajavenu narrated the long list of his creative writings- that were never written- never even thought off. And to top all that he started flattering the Director for all his laugh riots and commercial hits. When Rajavenu asked him the reason behind him making only laugh riots or happy ending films, the Director grew a little serious! Pointing towards the open French Window that was facing the beautiful lawn he narrated his secret that led him hate tragedy and take up the whole task of making people laugh...

Director's Story:

"Mine was a happy family! I, my wife and my little daughter Sara. This window used to be her favorite. She never took the door but always jumped out of the French Window to reach the lawn. One day a rabies infected dog somehow made his way to the lawn. It bit my little daughter when she and her mother where playing in the lawn. My wife helplessly witnessed the horrifying seen and became insane. Till date she imagines Sara to be playing with her. Look there she is thinking Sara is playing with her...(A lady appears in the lawn..she is calling out Sara's name and pretending to play with her). This is my story. And that is why I make happy ending films. there is enough sorrow in this world."

The Director wiped his tears. Rajavenu didn't know how to express his grief over what had happened to this dear entertainer when suddenly the kid also appeared in the lawn and started playing with the lady. Unable to digest that he might be seeing the dead, Rajavenu asked the Director if he can see the kid with its mother. The Director got furious and accused Rajavenu of gesticulating with him. Rajavenu freaked out as the mother and daughter jumped in through the open French Window.

Rajavenu ran for his life and reached his friend to tell what happened with him. Listening to his rather expressive narration of what happened at the Director's place, his friend replied:

Lie at short notice is not just your specialty friend! You have a master in that case you know! Well...congratulations, for all the imaginative stories you cooked up at the spur of the moment you've earned the chance to write for his next film! But sure he wasn't going to let you think that you've convinced the master of the craft in believing the lies you said...