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Guess what I am on my way to Cochin via Trichy Pollachi and Guruvayur . My family is know for its ill planned but by chance a pleasant and well executed trips.We started form Chennai today morning at 10.My father was insistent that we must visit the bird sanctuary on the way. On the way to Vedanthangal we went to a temple.It was by chance that we actually went there.It was Srinivasa Perumal temple. The main deity's name was quoted previously.However the Ganesha there was the piece de resistance. The Ganesh idol was called as Vara Sidhi Nava Graha Vinayagar .It was love at first sight. There are certain temples you feel close to very soon.This was one such a temple. I do not know if it was God's will or just plain luck that we went there but every second that I had spent there made me feel His divine power. The Vinayagar had all the Navagrahas in various parts of its body and narasimhan at its back. The presence of Lord Shiva and Srinivasa was to symbolize that the...

I am an ardent reader. I am not author specific of type specific. Any decent author would do.Lately when I had gone to the library I took a book called "Skipping Christmas" by John Grisham . I was impressed because the ides seemed great. Plus this novel has been featured as a movie hence all this motivated me to give that book a shot. As a book its actually a drag.First 150 pages of the 227 page novel shows the odds the lead couple have to face due to skipping Christmas. I must have know about it before though. I have read "The broker" and "The juror" by the same writer. Both the books were engaging but not exactly gripping. The writer has his own pace of story telling which takes some time to adapt to in each novel irrespective of the fact that you are reading nth novel of his. This is no revolution but the idea sounds great. Ask any kid what does Christmas means to you he or she would say :"Food, clothes, Decorations and of course Santa himself wit...

I had recently seen the 'Julie and Julia' movie.I must say it was a treasure.If you ask people what they liked it they movie then without hesitation most of them will say food. I do second that thought. However food credits are second on my list. The first thing which struck me was the beautiful relationships which existed it the movie.All relationships in that movie are worth mentioning.How ever by stereotype I too will place the love between the 2 lead couples on top.The next favorite is the relationship between Julie and her mother.That person never appears in the movie but it has been skillfully developed.It is not easy making yourself feel and look important when you siblings are signing off deals in billions of dollars and you having only a small yet secure government job. The actual transformation in Julia from a person who cannot even make boiled eggs to becoming artful enough to write a cook book on french cooking is very noteworthy.She has this never die spirit.She di...

I had recently gone to a stage play by Evam group. I had intended to see their Five point someone but could not find time to do so.I was immensely delighted that at last I was going to their play.I have heard my friends sing their parise hence they had aroused my curiosity.The play was in Alliance Franchise in Nugabakkam.I liked the was the auditorium was.It had wooden steps to sit on.It gave a nice theater feeling. Frankly speaking I had expected a play.Urban turban was a stand up comedy.I didn't make a face at first but not for too long.Karthik is indeed the hero of the troupe.He has this effortless delivery methodology.I m not conservative at the same time not broadminded enough to listen to someone talking about things like men's rest rooms or urinating or sex.But Karthik did make me listen.With a light hearted and jovial sense.It was hilarious i must say.His part was at the start and at the end.Clever placing I must say.Karthik! You not have an ardent fan. After Karthik wa...

Most people in India are familiar with this(2 states) book by Chetan Bhagat. It is not one of those mushy love stories. Its more like a portal into the mind of the author. At first i thought of it as a joy ride but soon i learned that it is not so. It is a bumpy ride.But I must appreciate the author for his honesty let it be about his pre marital sex(with all respect only appreciating him) or about his sudden mild drift in choice of bride(the dolly part). But Chetan has done one mistake we all to he has a larger than life self image. I do not blame him any person who graduated from blue blooded institutions like IIT and IIM generally does. They consider it to be their birth right sorry degree right. Its not wrong its only the Chetan Bagath is too loud about it. The worst part of the book is the obvious racialism. Being a Tamilian it hurts. Not only Punjab's even Tamil's look good, are rich and are fun loving. Sadly this again is a stereo typical north Indian view of the south...

Rains are(were) something i (used to)dread. I do not detest the rain. Actually i have admired the immense force of nature or god as you would like to call it. But for a girl in salwar(Managing the dhupata is no easy task mind you) after her examination with hall ticket,cash,text book and her mobile phone to tend to, drenching in this heavenly blessing is not a good option. Just imagine dirty water encompassing your feet as if it was your pet cat curling and settling in close proximity to you. Pointlessly holding an umbrella hoping that it will save me and my precious contents from rain.Wading through water surpassing utter disgust for the mucky water.This is not easy task i must warn you.The bad part is that all water form an umbrella collectively falling on you and streaming its way into your clothes. Worst part is yet to come.It is the tediously long journey in the college bus sitting next to similarly dampened amigos. Hair as wet and sticky as that of a puppy out from its tub a...

Writing is one thing that gives me a high,my mood setter.How ever i had been abstaining from it on account of work.But that is no excuse.When we are in love with something we must pursue it.This idea might be banal but it is an inevitable stage in every one's life.After long this is the poet in me who woke from hibernation.Definitely not a magnum opus but surely brought this awry traveler back to her track. Your thought gives me a smile, Fixed as if for posterity but only for a while. This is the gift of our kinship, The word WE might dip, But your memories will acutely linger, Posting joy amid anger. For you are my Ami, Always a treasure you will be.

Mountain Story - An interesting short story "A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Curious, he yells: "Who are you?" He receives the answer: "Who are you?" And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!" The voice answers: "I admire you!" Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!" He receives the answer: "Coward!" He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?" The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention." Again the man screams: "You are a champion!" The voice answers: "You are a champion!" The boy is surprised, but does not understand. Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do. Our...

என் இரவுக்கு மட்டும் இரு நிலவுகள் ஒன்று வானில்.. மற்றொன்று போனில்.. This is a poetic line by my friend Karthik Anand...I liked it very much...It did take me tonnes of time to read it(Considering the fact that i am bad in Tamil)...but every second worth it...hey next time don't write only about your girlfriend;)...keep up the good work For more see: http://tamizhaninthalaivan.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html

MOTHERS DAY POEM (read it as a son/daughter tells his/her mom) Before I was myself you made me, me With love and patience, discipline and tears, Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free, Allowing me to sail upon my sea, Though well within the headlands of your fears. Before I was myself you made me, me With dreams enough of what I was to be And hopes that would be sculpted by the years, Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free, Relinquishing your powers gradually To let me shape myself among my peers. Before I was myself you made me, me, And being good and wise, you gracefully As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears Bit by bit stepped back to set me free. For love inspires learning naturally: The mind assents to what the heart reveres. And so it was through love you made me, me By slowly stepping back to set me free.

Radha a very cheerful 17 year old girl. She had it all: good family, nice friends, good dancer and most importantly miss. Intelligent. She was always on the top of the list a school. People at times wouldn't know what to be jealous of at times: her straight A grade school life or her mellow and charming smile. She was not the kind of girl who you can call as definitely hot or a show stealer or a prime-a-Donna but her subtle beauty can make any guys heart leap towards her and any woman envy the innocence in her eye. Yet there was something that covered all her beauty today. Something had gone haywire that day. It was the day of 12Th standard results.Radha had just seen her results.A disastrous 79%.For the past one year she had worked so hard on it. She was heart broken. Even in school she was one among the top 3 from her kinder garden onwards. Even in her tenth grade she scored a beautiful 93.6% that too in C.B.S.E. But what had happened to Ms. Successful? Why such a sudden downfall...

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We all know that success in not some kind of a permanent event.It is rather very volatile.These are the words of a real winner....... When you come to me, You make me fell ecstasy, I believe that I am the best, You give me unmeasured joy. You make old forgotten friends say we, You make me feel that all is right A to Z, You can make my home as cozy as a nest, You made me feel like a truant boy. Some people say not to take you to the head, Well how can I not? You have sunken into me, Quiet deep and good. This overdose of happiness; i feel like a newly wed, Oops I hope I don't get caught, Why don't other let things be? Please let me rake in this mood. For I have succeeded today, Where people said "Victory?No way!", So let me soak up the victory, Before all of it becomes history, As I am warned that all this is temporary, So why cry and go all awry? Success may not be here to stay, But let my enjoy it all the way.

Movie Name : Pavithra (1994) Singer : Unni Krishnan Music Director : Rahman AR Year : 1994 Actors : Ajith, Radhika Uyirum neeyae udalum neeyae unarvum neeyae thaayae than udalil sumandhu uyiril kalandhu uruvam tharuvaay neeyae un kannil vazhiyum oru thuli poadhum kadalum urugum thaayae un kaaladi mattum tharuvaay thaayae sorggam endbadhu poyyae (uyirum) vinnaip padaiththaan mannaip padaiththaan kaatrum mazhaiyum oliyum padaiththaan boomikku adhanaal nimmadhi illai saami thaviththaan thaayaip padaiththaan (uyirum)

> A TRUE > STORY > > > > Spend some > time to read this! Really touching! > > I was walking > around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, > > > when I saw a > Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than > 5 > or 6 years old. > > The Cashier > said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough > money to > buy > this doll. > > Then the little boy turned to me and asked: > ''Aunty, are you sure > > > > I don't > have enough > money?'' > > I counted his > cash and replied: > ''You know that you don't > have > enough > money to buy > > > > the dolll, my dear.'' The little boy > was still > holding the doll in his > > > hand. Finally, > > I walked > toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll > to. > > 'It's the doll that my sister loved > most and ...

It was a normal Monday. As usual I got up late. There is something intensely special about the sleep in the Monday morning. I have had the pleasure of enjoying it every time. My mother was never too strict about my punctuality she believed in joy not discipline. I am fortunate man. My wife too enjoys sleep so she doesn't push me down the bed early in the morning. So I am a happy man who has enjoyed Monday morning sleep till my fascinating forty years of age. However I must warn you this Monday morning sleep does have its side effects. Like delayed office work, getting caught in traffic (most people are late like me).Despite its sour end it is the best. Ask any soul who has been bitten by the sleep bug and is an eternal friend of the sand man. I must go to my office at 8.30 today. So I got up at 7 after the infernal sound made by the alarm in my phone. It was on snooze from 6 or so I thought. I sluggishly took to my daily morning duties in the bathroom. This is the task of the days ...

I am a very passionate veena player. Even the basic chords when played by maestros like Gayathri or Rajesh Vaithiyar can make my heart leap. For the sake of this instrument I started to learn vocal. At first I was very reluctant because I have always believed that I am not a good singer. But in some period of time music made me confident. It slowly is making me into a new person. I was more short tempered and ill mannered before. I think that music has tamed me so artistically yet so accurately. I found how to maintain the tempo in my life when I learned the Thalam. I also taught me the art of time management-“What to be done when within what time interval”. The shruthi taught me to take things from the inside. When something is external it is too artificial and hurts your heart. But when the thought (in life) and sound (in music) is form the inside it can make you feel divine. In order to play any instrument you must be a decent singer. Similar in order to be a successful person in li...

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A nice poem which I had read: Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying. Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is. Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play. Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together. Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles. Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by. Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned. Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stan...

"Anu!Anu!" called out a voice.That irritated voice dawned from a graceful woman of 30-Shantha."Where are you Anu?"this time the voice sounded more concerned than irritated.The deep brown eyes of Shantha grew intense.It was searching in all possible directions for Anuradha.The tension clouded in Shantha's eyes cleared only when her eyes grazed the small frame of Anuradha on her bed.Anuradha a bright and smart 8 year old child.You cannot say if it was her hazelnut eyes or the dimple on her cheek or her beautiful wavy hair which danced on her shoulders which stole your heart.In a whole she was an embodiment of innocence.That is something that you cannot see in children now-a-days. "What are you still doing Anu?It is time we must go!Don't you..."Shantha's voice muffled when she saw trails of water running from Anu's eyes."What happen my baby?"Anu's eyes were bloated due to tears, her voice was stuck sore and all dry."I don...

LIFE ..... IN FOUR PHOTOGRAPHS.......!!! ...... SIMPLY AWESOME First Pic: Break of Dawn -- New lease of life, embarking upon a New Voyage...... A Child Flying Kite -- Young Blood, Aspiring to Fly High with Enormous Zest n Zeal...Coz U Know, Sky is The Limit....... A Small Tree -- Need to Nurture....... Two Birds Hovering Above -- There r People Around to Take Ample Care of You, You r Actually Carefree....... Second Pic Daylight -- You r Almost Halfway Through in This Voyage Called Life..... Couple -- You Have a Better half of Yours to Lean Upon n Speak Your Heart Out to...... Grown-up Tree -- You Have Been Nurtured Profusely to Stand Tall n Rigidly in The Storms That May, Otherwise, Let U Down........ . A Small Tree -- You, Together With Your Better half, Have Given a New Lease of Life to Another Breaking Dawn (Your Child)......... One Bird Hovering Above -- There r Comparatively Less People around You to Take Care of You, Unlike during Your Wond...

There are were few people who are happy with what they have.A persons heart always desires for more let it be love or money.Not even the sky is the limit!from small age we are just not content with what we have.I was forced to think that it was the law of nature till I meet this remarkable magic man! It was just an ordinary day.I had gone to the central railway station and was coming back to Guindy in an electric train.I am very indifferent to my surroundings or so it will seem to others.I am generally a keen observer of things around me especially the things related to the sense of humanity.There was a beggar in the train he was very old.He was methodically asking alms form all.Generally I am the kind of person who doesn't support begging of any form.I personally think that begging of any form is wrong.Hence I decided to avoid him.He came to a seat near me.A middle aged lady couldn't hold back her tongue.She asked"Why do you beg?You can try to work."That man smiled.T...

It was a blank, I stared at the screen, I didn't want to accept it, Is is me or are my eye's folly? I wish it were all a dream! Not not me,why me? Till this moment pink was dear to me, Not now!I...I, I got a slip...all in pink. I don't deserve it! For all that I did for them, They throw me out like that, Without a second thought. Not that ill beg, I have my dignity. My old man always said: "A people who lose are not losers, Those who don't accept it are!" I am no loser.... But..I am an addict, I am addicted to the way I live, Confined to my cabin, Talking like a foreigner in mid night, I am not mad, I mean what I say! Oh no! What will I tell my princess, Who will I face my family? Will my love want me? What will my princess say When some one asks her: "What does your dad do?"

I was traveling in a local bus from Guindy to T-nagar.I happened to overhear the conversation among the people(Not that I wanted to eavesdrop their conversation they were just 2 loud about it.)There was a young woman around 28 years of age.She had come with her daughter who I thought was around 4 or 5 years of age.She was indeed not the cutest of the lost but her face had something special in it.It attracted your eyes towards it as if like a magnet.Another lady was sitting next to them.She was a friend of the girls mother I think. The other lady asked Kalpana n her mother(That is her name according to my knowledge or at least that is how her mother called her so.) about general things like school and so on.Kalpana kept giving sharp answer's.Then came this question."What do you want to become when you grow up?"To my surprise two unrelated almost oxymoron like answers came from Kalpana and her mother."Dancer" said Kalpana "Engineer" said her mother.What ...

Stars are really beautiful things.This is a world know fact.But I found more profound sense to these heavenly bodies for an old man in a temple yesterday.I happened to go a temple called Vadivudai Amman in north Chennai with my family.The ambiance of the temple was very different.It seemed to be more like a beach in the front than a temple.The ground had fine sand and the wind blew my hair in all directions possible.It was a sheer delight to me senses but not to my heart.When ever I go to a temple I expect peace and solitude. So on first sight I was not at ease with that place. We were about to enter the main part of the temple that is when the current went off.I must say it was dark at first but then the sky and lamps came to the rescue.I never knew that the sky can look so beautiful till then.It took some time for my eye to adjust to the darkness.Einstein said that there is no darkness it is just the absence of light.Well we are all so busy looking at things under light that we forg...

It was a day like any other in college.The boring old class, ever green friends, always stern staff(I've never seen them smile truly).Life as usual or so I thought.It was life as usual till my lunch break.I was eating with my 2 friends.We were going finish our lunch.At that time we saw a small girl.I think that she was around 4-5 year of age.A very pretty angel I must say.The most beautiful thing on her was her hair next to it I loved her dress,it was a pretty white dress with red polka dots.She was picture perfect and head turning. There will be elaborate floral arrangement in front of the Christ's statue in the mess hall.Her was at first delighted and plainly glad to see the flowers.Her happiness seemed to so evident on her glowing eyes.She couldn't keep her fidgeting fingers away from the flowers.Her innocence in doing it was what I loved too dearly.At first she hesitated and then felt as if it was her own territory. She started to do the flower decor in her own way. I l...