First blog post

I am addressing everybody through my first post.Its a great pleasure to start here .I always have a passion for expressing my thoughts through words .Words are most powerful weapons.Hope i will be having a splendid journey without knowing the destination .


Affection · Emotions · love · Memories · Thinking


“Sshhhhh!”,said the little girl from the crowd as the bride came walking down in slow steps.The groom stood at the centre of the banquet hall holding the garland tight .

As he saw her,his heart swept off the memories of the dark blue linen saree with golden border which shimmered her elegance during his first sight.

He recollected the visuals of those mesmerizing brown eyes with dilated pupils, surrounded by sharp eyelashes which  urged him to stare at her in the very first go.He smiled thinking of her dense and fluffy black hair which waived a welcoming note to him.

Those symmetric,thin lined eyebrows made anyone fall for her.His mind retrospected the sounds of those bangles which played tunes as she turned her hands every now and then.

He remembered that momentary spell which she had casted upon him when he gazed at her eyes.

As she approached near him to bear  the garland,he could sense that her skin has turned old ,her eyes are surrounded by black circles,her lips are pale,her eyelids are drooping,her white hair is hardly long ,her fingers are blunt with shapeless nails.

She stood right in front of him putting her chin down in shyness.

For him,her aged eyes looked gorgeous as those witheld enormous pain and struggles.Her wrinkles revealed multitude of work signatures.Her drowsy lips blessed loads of children.Her face marks signalled heaps of miserable stories.

“She looks even more beautiful in the plain white cotton saree” ,he thought. As they exchanged the garlands ,he said ,”I love you”,cherishing their 80 years of wedding anniversary with pride on their shoulders!!!


Curiosity · Fear · Insight · Perseverance · Success · Uncategorized

It begins…


And he sat in the corner of the room biting his nails impatiently.The door was latched as tightly as it could be.

There was no means by which a pinch of light could peep  into the room.

A plethora of thoughts dumped his cerebral artery.All he could hear is a shout for a six and criticisms for a wicket by his friends who were busy watching the IPL.

He could not take his eyes off the mobile screen which laid on the table.For every now and then,he was holding it in his hands.

A myriads of rejections,a pyramid of papers,a stockpile of disrespect,a heap of knock backs were about to come to an end after long struggles .

His story has been agreed to be published in one of the country’s giant magazines.It was the day for which he has been waiting for long years.

His heart was accelerating surplus of blood into his veins.

His phone’s screen did not miss to grab his momentary attention.

And the table was vibrating with the screen blinking.He jumped on to the table like a hungry cheetah capturing its prey.

He was taking deep breathes,his pulse rate was multiplying.Like the water piercing out from the host pipe,tears started rolling down his eyes.

He asked the person on other end of the call to repeat the statement when he heard,”Your story has been published in our magazine”.

When his friends were celebrating the victory of CSK,he roared in happiness for his lifetime victory!!!!

Hatred · Strong · Thinking

The Suicidal Note


The sun was playing hide and seek with the clouds,

The smell of the sand was nourishing the nose,

The density of the wind was making a push,

The cold breeze was tapping the face and  the chirping noise of those kids were piercing the ears,

The salt waters were approaching to taste the soothness of her feet.

But she paid no attention for these events as she was fighting a conversation with herself for hours.

She could hear only the inner voice urging her to the tides.

She sat rigidily without moving aside.

Hours passed,the dusk had fallen,the stars started flickering and the moon was smiling at  her.

Having grabbed by the tides,she made a sudden move to get into the waves,continuing her mind talks.

She was marching against those splashing waters as she got drenched.

There was an irresistible battle happening with her breathe.

Besides these ,an unstoppable argument kept going within her as those lines of the note were rolling before her eyes.

Having winning the war between the mind and the heart,she plunged herself from those ferocious tides.

The waves landed her off the sea to the mud of the shores finally.

A near journey to death made her vivid and calm,moulded her strong.

She sobbed,yelled and cursed herself for this coward act.

And later,”When he had left her with no concerns,why should she give up her life for his sake?”,she rephrased the lines of THE SUICIDAL NOTE, thereby making it a self realized lesson!!!!!


Humanity · Social cause

Mirage of paradise

Surrounded by heavenly visualizations,

Fumes of intimate delight flew in the air.

The desire for experiencing the pleasure was at its peak.

Despite the life span being too short,time spent with it was phenomenal.

The need and yearn for it was exponentially increasing with the inner compulsion.

Selfishness predominated , curbing the attention to the questions being thrown by conscience.

A drastic improvement from twice a week to day and night .

Having influenced by solitude and calmness,the botheration to the habitat was at its least.

A careless and lethargic attitude had started triggering the mind.

From a playful act to a state of addiction,

Holding it between his fingers in a seventh heaven,

His lighter lit fire in the CIGARETTE , turning his life dark!!!!!!









Holding it for the very first time,she was astonished to look at its innate features.It was compact to fit in her palms.With loads of excitement,she was gazing at it like a boy staring at a girl.Her eyes were scanning it from upside down.

It sounded to be a miracle for her when she saw those alphanumerics being carved on each of its white faces.Despite having no shades of colors,the black and white amalgamation stole her eyes.She was captivated by the mash up.

Those faces were so fluffy and she could not resist to press them.She handled it gently with utmost care.She could not figure out how to use it.On pressing those faces,she could see a bright and glistening light projecting over it.She started searching through every knook and corner of it.There were myriads of things in it ranging from different languages and numbers to lovely pictures and sound effects.She was even surprised to see snakes and spaceships in it.

Struggling for hours,she finally typed the message, “Good Morning” on the screens of the very own NOKIA 1100 mobile phone.And with a long press ,after entering her brother’s contact number,a prompt appeared showing “Message sent”.She could not believe her eyes.She was at  the peak of excitement as she sent a message from a mobile phone to someone living at a quiet long distance in a short instance.

It was  a decade back,when mobile phones were  meant just for talking to each other in vocals,when microsoft windows was crawling to start its journey,when android and whatsApp did not even exist.

But that happiness in doing something for the first time was immeasurable.Again it is a 90’s kid who has experienced both extremes of technology by being in the world only with dhoordharshan to a completely transformed era where smartphones hold TV channels!!!!!!


Admiration · Intimacy · love

The black twins


It is only she who could understand what they really meant.

They were a pair of lovely couple .

They never talked to each other but expressed so much to her.

They never joined hands with one another despite being the romantic ones.

But they became even more intimate when she grabbed their attention.

They contradicted one another running in opposite direction.

They were short and fluffy,yet they made the best pair to her.

They melted her down whenever she encountered a sight with them.

They had loads of wordless conversation with her but she percieved them very easily.

They devoured her sometimes with a blistering stare.

She swam in the waters of enchantment when she looked at those mesmerizing duo.

She loved them with all soul despite knowing that she did not own them anymore.

They are “HIS DENSE EYEBROWS”,for which she literally fell for!!!!!!




Ashamed · Humanity · Insight · Social cause

Buried [inHUMAN]S

Doffing the hats!!!!No, this lady deserves more for the unparalleled courage she owes.At the age of 75,she sells peanuts in the shores of Marina.She lives with her blind husband paying a rent of thousand bucks.Despite having two children,she describes herself as an orphan.

Each of her children owns a house but cannot find a corner for their parents.They chased them away years back and she lives by earning a meagre amount of Rs.500 a day.

Out of which she buys peanuts for Rs.400.The profit approximates to hundred rupees at the end of the day.Her children left them off the streets with nothing but a repayable debt of 50,000 rupees.

Disgusting and pathetic to see her struggling at this age.But on the other side, it is stupendous to see her never give up attitude and self driving force.Her speech is vivid and she is full of confidence.She is striving hard to satisfy the basic needs but that does not make her to beg for food.She is fighting the battles of life independently.

Besides all hurdles,she talks with laughter which is glistening her face .Bravery beautifies her.She looks pretty wearing smile as the ornament.

An air conditioned corporate office,24*7 electronic gadgets,white collar job,extravagant meals cannot be categorized as achievements in comparison with the untiring efforts being made by such people.

It is insane to boast our collars in front of people like her .She ,I swear, is a real fighter of life.



And the other side comes.Its alarming to see children leaving their parents without a pinch of guilt.For those children,money matters so much than two lovable souls.They forget that everybody has their turn and the day is not so far.

We live in a world where joint families are already extinct and nuclear families domianting.If parents are thrown away like a garbage,it is useless to call it as a family.In the world of children becoming orphans at small ages,only few are bestowed to have caring parents throughout the journey.It is atrocious to see parents being left like a crushed paper on roads.

Family does not end with a boy and a girl sharing lives.It has its own definition in which people live by supporting each other,pouring love and affection,understanding the adversities,being selfless and so on.

When death is in the verge of inviting those aged people to heaven or hell,they don’t require anything more than a smiling grandson or grand daughter to play with.

In the pursuit of making money,the world is becoming INHUMAN!!!

*A write upafter watching the video of the grandma’s story.Thanks to the youtube channel Smile Settai for broadcasting such unsung heroes.

Insight · Reflection · Truth

I am not you BUT you are me

“I make her flaunt in a gorgeous attire.

She comes to me every now and then.

I tolerate all those naughty expressions she makes .I urge her to do tonnes of homework before she walks away from me.

She never becomes tired of being with me.I can be her best companion for long hours.

When she is in a hurry,she runs away after having a glimpse at me.

I alone can make her look into her own eyes.Her bewildered thoughts become stagnant when she stares at me.

I have never uttered a lie to her.I have ever cheated her.

I remove the mask she wears outside.I make her feel comfortable.

I give her the confidence to be herself.

I see her extremes of laughter,cries,miseries,fun and nostalgia.

Though both of us stand opposing each other,I am always genuine and loyal to her.

I do not add or subtract anything from her.I capture every fraction of the action she imposes on me.

She looks beautiful when she is happy And ugly when she is disappointed because I always portray her true personality.

At times, she even breaks me ,but all my broken pieces reflected her”,says the MIRROR.


Ashamed · Education · Politics and exams · Social cause

EXAMS,jamming the future!!!!


When social media are dumped with posts against the injustice that is imposed to the students of TN in the name of NEET,when satellite news channels are continually broadcasting interviews ,throwing fusillade of questions to the politicians with the intentions to put barricades to the pathetic situation of the 12th Std students,we are still in pursuit of the solution.

Similar to the cauvery dispute ,this has been added to the list of unresolved issues  of TN topping the first.Despite raising cold shoulders and protests,the central government remains quiet as always when it comes to TN.

We have already lost the lives of students who were unable to clear NEET .We are in the journey of saying a big NO to this exam not because the students of TN are incapable.They can jump mountains and accomplish impossible to possible.The NEET exam could be justified and made fair if an impartial and broadly equal education syllabus is followed in common throughout the country.

Adding fuel to the fire,the news broke stating that TN is devoid of allocation of exam centres for NEET.And every individual who is supposed to take up the entrance test should travel miles to another state to which he /she has never  been to (with special mention that govt is granting a huge sum of Rs.1000/-)

A very pitiful situation has been imposed to the students when they are already under a hell of pressure and nail biting in preparing for exams.Ofcourse the marks which they would be securing in the board exams are no way going to lend a supporting hand .The ultimate deciding fate is the marks they are going to score in this entrance test.

The pressure of arriving at the examination destination would probably be dominating rather than taking up the exams.Now the compass has drifted apart 180° from banning of NEET to managing to appear at the exams somehow crossing all the hurdles.

I remember the lines from the book by  Preethi Shenoy,”Climbing Mount Everest without capabilities of extreme levels of physical endurance” is similar to attending the exam.

This is the victory of those who are suppressing and hitting at the heads of people of TN assuming that we are innocent and are having the innate ability of acceptance for anything.

And politicians out here are in the arena of blaming the ruling party  or opposition party mixing politics in education seeking gain.

Again i have list of questions popping out my mind.

1.Are TN colleges denied of facilities to conduct a national level examination?

2.Why are politicians not having the intentions to first rectify the intra party issues and kick out the problematic one rather than blaming the opposition?

3.Is the vaccum that is prevailing in Tamil Nadu politics paving way for back to back attacks ?

4.Whether people of TN have been cursed with the fate of acquiring anything only through protests ?

5.Should we still feel proud that we are INDIANS when we are literally seperated from the country?

6.Intentions to ban Jallikattu,Ignorance in forming Cauvery Management Board,Keen interest in setting up Sterlite factory to spread cancer generously ,Persuading the students to travel far distances just for an exam thereby making it herculean.A lot more to be added.Is there anything left out that can crush the people of TN more?