கனிந்த கண்மலர் நாணி நடுங்க
சிவந்த செங்கைகள் கண்களைக் கவர
நிலவின் நிழலில் குளிர்ந்த காற்றில்
தனித்து தவிக்கும் கண்ணே கரும்பே.
உனக்கு உயிர் தந்த தாயுமொருவள்
உண்டோ உருகமுதே? – கண்மை கரையுதடி !
மையிட்டு மெருகேற்றியிருக்கிறாள், பொட்டிட்டு பொலிவூட்டியுள்ளாள்
கண்டும் காணாமல் இருந்திடவா இவள்
தொப்புள்கோடி தொலைத்தாள், பத்துமாதம் பயந்தாள்?
வறுமைதான் வளர்ந்ததா? அன்புதான் அரிந்ததா?
நீருக்குள்ளே மூழ்கினாலும் நீதி சாகாது..
நெஞ்சுகுள்ளே வாழும் எஙகள் ஜோதி சாகாது…
அன்பெனும் ஓர் சொல்லிலே
ஆத்திகம் சொல்கின்றவர்
இங்கு யாரும் இல்லையே!
Being a Moviefreak does not necessarily mean watching every classic….Atleast not according to me!
I am on a movie watching spree and be it a good or a bad movie, well again subjective because I loved Narnia better than Indiana Jones (err…well?) it is the process of watching that counts and is gratifying.
Everytime we see the familiar logo of 20th century fox or Tristar pictures appearing from darkness we get an unexplicable elation..
Casablanca, Citizen kane, psycho, Back to the future 1 2 3 , Chronicles of narnia, batman begins, Untraceable, Sherlock holmes collection featuring Basil rathbone, Iron man, Strangers on the train, godfather I, Silence of the lambs, hannibal …..
The list keeps growing….
It is of interest to note some of the “Best movies” picks from various sources
Probably all these would have a redundant list but now here in this list, we have some crazy stuff
It was a lovely saturday morning, the sky was cloudy, the temperature a hairbreadth above the exclaimation – “My **** are freezing…god damnit!”.
The time was a little over 9 o’ clock, perfect for a breakfast…But hey, breakfast is only until 9 o’ clock…Damn it again…
Fruits, err bread…alright chocolates…anything.. aaaaah, to get to the nearest store or restaurant I have to look into googlemaps and if it is nowhere near, I need to hire a cab…
^%#^%#^%#&(&^^&*^^ sh*t, F**k, aaaaaaaaaaaw
Well, what is the moral of the story?
Learn to fuc*ing drive, cook and wake yourself up before the cock (pun intended!!!!!!) before you can move your a*s to US…
And don’t forget to pack your provions…
sounds very simple right? Now try it… 
The land of oppurtunity?
Hah!
I have spent the worst days of my life in this country (probably, being in Raleigh contributes to this misery)
Other encouraging things
Ever heard of wikimapia.org?
The more effective version of google maps(because, it shows my damn street)
A little research ain’t gonna hurt dude!
So, I try to get the satellite view of my home(too optimistic..but what the hell..let me try anyway)…
It is not very easy to narrow down to your home, but, you still manage to get an approximate view of your area
ENGA AREA ULLA VARAADHA
Its awesome…try once
http://www.wikimapia.org
courtesy: wikimapia.org.
It was a Deafening implosion. I looked around to check if someone could have heard that. It was a personal privilege. Influenced too much by the choice less awareness theory, I never make any effort to suppress my emotions. The observer part of me wakes up to observe the self. What are the kinds of emotions that hit me?
Should I choose to be a silent observer or should I grope for solutions?
Should I escape from the present or should I give a form to my thoughts?
My thoughts are just a set of words. I feel that my imagination is deficient. I think like a blind man, who is lost for images. Imagination is a boon. When I gather all my thoughts and concentrate on artistic imagination, all I can see are the words – “Artistic Imagination”.
I need answers; Answers that can unlock the doors to many mysteries of the world.
All I need is a hand to guide me through the dark or a light at the end of the tunnel.
Self-knowledge is the most bitter of truths and the sweetest answer to all questions.
Observation of the self can be an excruciating pain. Yet unawareness is not an option.
Sometimes, I can see darkness looming my imagination. Yet I pat myself on the back for being able to imagine darkness at least.
I am happy with my Inability because,
Where there is darkness, even the faintest light is the brightest.
I have been an avid reader of DC, indrajal comics and tinkle right from my childhood!
superman, batman,phantom, spiderman are my most favorite superheroes!
Batman is the most fascinating of them all!
The dark knight is the clear winner because; he is close to reality basically.
The philosophies behind this character are superb.
Bats are the batman’s worst fear and yet he apes the bat and he is driven by the motivation that criminals are superstitious.
thus he starts
“Living his fears”
One another thing that fascinated me was the fact that, he gives a great management lesson for all the self-pitying people in the world
“Why do we fall down bruce?” asks his father.
“So we can learn to pick ourselves up “ replies bruce.
He trusts no one. That probably has been a great lesson to me.
“I am vengeance, i am the knight, i am batman” goes his punchline
And……….there was this story writing competition in cognizant-”cook it up!”.
The rules were simple…..you were to start with “It was a case of mistaken identity…”….and end with “….Call it fortune or misfortune, destiny it seemed to be!”
This was my creation
“It was a case of mistaken identity, which landed me in a soup or should I say, landed me in an appetizing soup. It all started when I was desperately fishing for a job, to which I could cling on to for at least a year before I could get a truly gratifying profession. An unfortunate friend of mine, who had his sphere of influence enveloping a few industries in Chennai, came to my rescue.
He gave me a business card and instructed me to meet a junior executive of a presumably profitable organization. The Rendezvous was set to take place in “The Tavern”, a restaurant in the outskirts of the city. I have a notorious reputation for being overtly dramatic in expressing myself.
I was hatching a plan to impress the person even before meeting him in person. I went to “The Tavern” ten minutes in Advance and asked the headwaiter whether the concerned person I Was supposed to meet was already in the reserved table. The waiter pointed a table. The plan was ready for execution. The plan was simple and the stage was set. I had staged in a few actors already for this deadly operation. The junior executive was quite relaxed and was having a soup. He did not look old, which was a welcome relief.
Now, coming to the plan-I am to walk straight to the man’s table. Suddenly, A waiter is to spill some soup on a lady (on my payroll). The lady is to get mad at the waiter and position herself to slap him. At that moment, I am to enter the scene and pacify the lady, and at the same time, instruct the waiter not to be hasty. This would create a win-win situation for the two parties and a good impression of my character in the heart of the junior executive.
All went as planned till the moment I entered the scene. I started walking pretty fast with an uninvited enthusiasm. A brat ran across tables, which made me lose my balance and eventually fall on the lady who was positioned to slap the waiter. Both of us together landed on an old man’s lap. Even without bothering to apologize, I called the kid and gave him a good beating. Though the scene was in ruins and my plan totally demolished, it generated a bit of a laugh at the other tables.
The old man got up and called the headwaiter. “ I want this clown thrown out immediately. Look at what he has done to my grand-child!” said the man at the top of his voice. The headwaiter told that I was the guest to the old man’s table. This shattered my residual confidence. I walked towards the exit with my head hung down.
Then it happened. The man whom I mistook for the junior executive came up to me. He was having a stupid grin on his face and was wiping tears off his cheeks. He asked me-“man! You are unbelievably hilarious…I have an opening for the humor-consultant position at my TV station, so will you accept….the….” his words broke off with hysteric laughter! Call it fortune or misfortune, destiny it seemed to be!”
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Unfortunately, there was a word limit! Many unwelcome editors volunteered!
This was the final version!
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“It was a case of mistaken identity.
I was on a job hunt, and had managed an appointment with a Junior Executive of a profitable organization at “The Tavern”.
I hatched a plan to impress the person even before meeting him.
I got a few actors on my payroll.
The plan was simple.
I enter the restaurant, the waiter would spill soup on the lady nearby, lady explodes, I tactfully handle the situation, the executive gets impressed, and I get my job.
I was directed to my host’s table.
All went as planned, till the point where I was to interfere, when a brat ran by and tripped me.
I bumped on to the lady and both of us landed on an old man.
The old man fumed.
He was “the” JE.
I lost that job, but my comic appearance fetched me a humor-consultant job in a private channel from “the supposed host”.
“Call it fortune or misfortune, destiny it seemed to be!”
Though the story was published as one of the best, I was not satisfied!
The writer in me cried like a baby………one man’s creation raped by a whole group of wise guys!
There are times when I really hate Group Work.
