Message
I can’t claim what I am writing here is perfect & ultimate. This is something from what I heard, seen, felt, thought & understood in my life. Only I can say that the resemblance of any character or incident is co-incidental. My writings are based on the fiction of my mind and not related to anyone.
I can’t claim what I am writing here is perfect and ultimate. This is something from what I heard, seen, felt, thought and understood in my life. Only I can say that the resemblance of any character or incident is co-incidental. My writings are based on the fiction of my mind and not related to anyone.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
In search of.............
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Lonely Hearts
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Hearsay
Friday, November 26, 2010
Fortunate
Amma, she brought one new brand Maruti car yesterday. She was saying, the school bus is not regular and she is worried about the safety of the children too.
Hmmmm…..what to say…it is fate. Till last year they were studying in Government Pallikoodam (1). Now they are going to English Medium….for everything there should be a good destiny……..
Sathiyam thanne (2) How many time she came here to borrow money for food? Nowdays everyday getting Biriyani’s aroma from her house. If my destiny is good, then I may never come to this condition ever in life.
Monday, November 15, 2010
STOP IT !!!!
Indian made miracle in world medical history. Breaking News. Two rupees…only two rupees….Today’s hot news.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Mauli & a monologue
Monday, November 1, 2010
MourN
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Moan
Duke was playing with a dewdrop on a beautiful morning. When he tried to touch the dew drop, it ran away from him all over the big leaf. The grass and flowers were damp with dew. They were shining like gems due to the reflection of suns rays on them. He was not alone over there; one cuckoo was sitting on a branch of Cherry tree and was curiously watching him play. Suddenly as duke's attention got diverted by the birds coo Kuuuooooooo, his finger ran over the dew and crushed it. Thus Duke broke the dew.
He felt strange suddenly. It was a silent valley surrounded by mountains… a vast green grass land with a small lake and a river flowing through the hilly rocks. The shrubs were blooming with colorful flowers making a beautiful contrast in the green meadows. Far away there was a huge mountain…its snow capped peak trying to touch the sky.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Morals
Moksha
tasmat putra iti proktah svayameva swayambhuva
Because a son of his own, by birth, saves a father from the hell called “PUT” is called PUTRA.