Thursday, November 5, 2009
I CHOSE TO BE A COMEDIAN
In this fast growing world,
Amongst the horizons of introverts;
Where smiles and laughs can bring down
The ladder of your dignity;
I chose to be a comedian.
Striking the board of sorrows
With arrows of laughter.
Showering the dry lands of hearts,
With rainfall of smiles;
I chose to be a comedian.
Aim of life is to
Hurt not anyone.
Handsome of years left
To make people happy for
I chose to be a comedian.
To bring back the childhood ness,
To demolish the anger demon,
To raise up the curtain of seriousness,
To experience the real joyfulness,
I chose to be a comedian.
While collecting pearls of jokes
To make a garland of laughter,
I sadly realize that the mob is
Only for my comedies and not for this comedian, still;
I chose to be a comedian.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
THE UNREVEALED SECRET
Mangalam, is a very pleasant village, situated in Palakkad districts of Kerala. The velvety green fields, the hefty old banyan tree, underneath it, is a tea shop whose tea has never changed its awesome flavour since the present owner, Radhakrishnan’s great grandfather started the shop. The tribute of Bharathapuzha River that flows through the village has not only served as a place for the crazy kids to play and dance but also for washing buffaloes.
Apart from this crystal clear river, which always been her speciality, there are so may well maintained ponds in which the people of the village take bath. The young men of the village used to dive from the branches of trees which surround the pond. As soon as they jump from high altitude the water in the pond rises and sprinkles everywhere making the dresses kept by the women to change after their bath, all getting fully wet and making the washed clothes completely dirty. It is because of this reason the women of the village have their morning bath very early before the men folk get up from their beds.
Since the guys bring only a single towel with them; even if that goes wet, they don’t bother for that, ‘cause they will go with that wet cloth around their waists after finishing their bath.
The trouble is for the grandmothers of the village, who can’t wake up early in the morning due to mist and fog.
These men dirty their clothes and in their old age, the grannies instead of chanting mantras, they have to shout “Is it to take our lives away your mothers have given birth to you.” at the men.
But the men dare to care the curses of the old ladies for if they didn’t get one a day their night’s sleep is gone.
Very common sights in the morning hours of the village are, the school going children with a heavy book load on their shoulders, ties which fix tightly on to their necks, shoes and socks which is a must even during rainy seasons. Men, women and children all standing in a bus stop waiting for their buses in order to reach their workplaces and schools on time.
We can also see some people running as fast as they can, right from the banyan tree which is in a higher altitude.
It was the public examination season for the twelfth class students. Every student who were going to attempt the exam were at their last minute preparations. Exam will begin in a week’s time. Parents of those children are very much cautious about their children’s health and studies. They never failed to provide them health drinks and nutritious foods. Fathers advices seemed highly valued at this time. Those families refused the cable connections at their homes because the exams were nearing, also it should not spoil the dreams of the children, perhaps the dreams of the parents to get admission for their children in a top medical or engineering colleges.
One afternoon, the cloud was clear; sun was shining above the head. The village was drowned in silence. A voice of a young girl filled the air, breaking through the silence. If someone lends their ears to her voice they could hear so “The Newton’s first law says, All objects continue to be in their state of motion or rest unless they are acted upon by an external force”. Within a couple of minutes she finished vomiting a whole essay question regarding physics laws. In between, one could hear, “Look Prakithi, you always have a starting trouble. Crap why don’t you remember properly. Exams are nearing; you should achieve your goal, ambition, dreams. Hmmm all these are one and the same. Anyways stop talking and start studying, if anyone hears, they might think I have gone nuts.”
It was clear from her conversation that she was talking to herself. The conversational learning procedure continued. The voice kept on rising as her interest increased in the deeper portions of the subject.
After sometime the voice disappeared only a slight murmur remained. It was Prakirthi’s again. “Let me sit under the jackfruit tree for sometime. My throat is aching. The other half I shall read in my mind and study.” It was at this time the pleasant smell of jackfruit pierced her nostrils, traveled through her esophagus and reached the stomach.
She wanted to eat jackfruit. She went into the kitchen, opened the kitchen shelf. Took the container in which jackfruit was kept. Picked and dropped some juicy layers of jackfruit on the plate and when she was about to place the lid in its position, it slipped from her soft pinkish hands and fell down on the floor making a terrible noise.
It awoke her grandmother who was sleeping in her room. Her granny’s voice rose “What’s that sound Kirthi?”
“Nothing grandma, I just came to take some jackfruit. The lid fell down when I was about to close.” the voice softened “Are you not studying?” The girl’s voice again got a starting trouble “Oh…Ah…Yes grandma, I’ll take a break of ten minutes and then continue studying.”
Grandma back in position on bed replied “Fine and don’t forget to lock the kitchen door, even yesterday I drove the black cat which just waits for a chance to enter into kitchen and drink all my milk.”
She made herself sure of closing the door properly and ran to her place to eat the delicious fruit.
She leaned herself on the tree. Straightened her legs but crossed her ankles. The silver anklets studded with midnight gray colored stone was peeping out through the down frills of her black long skirt. The skirt had mirror works on it. Anyone who sees it can undoubtfully guess that she bought it from either the east or western parts of India. The mirrors were not so shiny and seemed dull at some places.
The sandal coloured cotton tops suited her most because it is hard to differentiate the colour of the tops from the colour of her skin, as they exactly coincides. She placed the plate of jackfruit on her lap and took one fruit-layer, held it straight and dropped it into her mouth. When she chewed half the layer a small drops of juice tried to flow down through her cherry-like lips, but she managed to take it back into her mouth using her tongue. The afternoon sun showed its virulence by allowing its heat to enter through the shades and settling as water droplets on the butter slide of her face. The creative less world call it as nose. She wanted to wipe out the pearl droplets off her nose but couldn’t get time in between her busy schedule of tasting the fruit. Yet she managed to raise her hand and her straight, medium sized round fingers made a quick wipe out through her nose.
The sparkling eyes of her make us imagine a white sky with black shiny stars studded in it. Her eye balls suddenly moved to the left corner of her eyes, as she was caught by the smart activity of him within a fraction of second he disappeared into the bushes.
She said to her “These squirrels are really fast.” She then continued to enjoy the fruit. It was then wind; an unwelcome guest interrupted her by waving her hair strands to reach her mouth. “I should tie my hair up only then I can eat properly.” She tied her hair which was falling straight from her head and touched the ground as she was sitting.
After finished eating the fruit, she took her book back in her hand. As she was reading through the page, it seemed that someone was calling her from behind probably someone whistling from backside of her ears. But that didn’t disturb her concentration, she continued. After few seconds she felt something was crawling through her tied hair.
A green head was peeping through her neck from backside. She turned her neck slightly. It took her breadth away she couldn’t believe her eyes. But she should believe her eyes at this moment because; she tied a green slender snake along with her hair strands. Her face became pale. She was frost bitten.
……….TO BE CONTINUED
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
DO YOUNGER GENERATION KNOWS BETTER THAN OLD???
Younger generation, the vibrant, budding phase of human life is captive enough to reproduce innovations to even the atomic level of a thing. The youths of today are capable enough to look into a matter in a different perspective. They are also flexible enough to adapt themselves to any kind of turmoil situations.
In space crafts, robotics, computers, automobile, bikes, mobile phones to even the art of making life awesome is very well known by the younger generation of today. They seems to be lacking in responsibilities when one just blindly sees their playful nature from outside, but if traveled in depths through their minds, one would find that each one of today’s generation has a clear cut idea about their future plans and their strengths.
This generation opts for strategic working rather than hardworking. They work upon the policy of ‘solution for their works in a short route’, which itself is a sign of growth not through the age old track of hardworking but through smart working. Even before the father starts to operate his new mobile phone, the son would ‘ve finished studying even about the embedded chips installed in it.
Friendship between boys and girls was not much appreciable by public few years before. But young generation of today has created a change in that thinking by their broad mindedness to ignore gender in friendship and focuses on objective of working together in groups irrespective of gender rather than restricting themselves to a small circle comprising of only boys or only girls.
This nature of today’s generation could be easily mistaken by people who don’t posses the same frequency as that of youths. One thing is very clear, the younger generation of today knows what they are doing and is smart enough to segregate right and wrong. Just as a swan, they pick up only the right pearls for their prosperity. They might at times, have slips, but they will never let themselves for a downfall.
Though they have innovative ideas, broad mindedness, strategic working, flexibilities, knowledge and skills , a botherization to preserve the culture of our nation is lacking in today’s younger generation. Handshakes and ‘Hi’ have replaced our tradition of greeting by joining hands to say ‘Vanakkam’.
This generation encourages nuclear family rather than joint family system because they doesn’t want to take the risk of facing family problems which sometimes occurs due to their aunts, uncles, brothers or sisters in their busy scheduled life. But the fruitfulness of joint family lies in the fact that if one brother in a family is not flourishing well, the Big brother can extend a supporting hand, thus maintaining the economy of the family, stable all time. This system is definitely the product of our ancestral brains.
While running behind wealth and prosperity younger generation of today dare to care the life sustaining field; which is nothing but agriculture. And this is certainly because, patience is lacking in the youths. A farmer sows seeds and waits for months or even years patiently to get the output yield. While the younger generation works on micro and nano seconds outputs for the inputs given to their PC.
Thus concluding telling so, “The younger generation is talented enough to aim for stars but should be careful in not letting the soil under their feet to drain off; that is , while aiming for modernization and prosperity the youths of today shouldn’t forget to preserve the rich culture of our ‘Mother India’”
Monday, June 15, 2009
VOICE OF A LIFE PARTNER
Never will I leave you in my lifetime;
‘Cause it’s you my life is.
But, when you feel that,
I am a burden and of not interesting;
I shall not create more troubles for you, by being with you.
But, that will be the hardest punishment
For me in this beautiful world,
Which I will accept for you with all my heart.
- SUJISHA NANDAKUMAR
Monday, May 25, 2009
THE EARTH’S ANSWER
Oh mother, dear mother,
Happy are we on you,
Dancing, juggling, and living together.
Happy are the greens on you,
Waving, giving shades and fruits.
Happy are the cattle on you,
Drinking, chewing and sleeping.
For some, time fails to shower happiness.
Quake followed by heavy winds and rain
Changed their lifestyle and
Made them to part from their members.
Dancing may sometime lead to tell a mourned story.
Juggling may pay way for struggling.
There’s only remembrance of “lived together”.
Greens fail to give shade and fruits
As they are no more.
A sleep for the cattle have lost
As they drain in rain.
Yes mother. It’s you, who is responsible for these.
Tell us with no hesitation, who disturbed your sleep?
She only answered “You my children”.
The answer was all enough.
Selfish man forgets mother,
Drilling a feet is far less, for a hundred.
The cries of trees are hardly listen by man.
For he dare not care to slice them into pieces.
The morning mist dies of instantly when it
Happens to see the smoke out of factories.
The companies with the factories smoke
Spoiled the nature of ‘dear air’.
Is a ‘sorry’ enough for what we had done to you?
But she is very much satisfied with it.
The most patient mother forgives her children
And goes to sleep again.
Believing a change in minds of sons
Would soon happen.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
THE HOMEMAKER IS SICK
On a winter afternoon, fever the most common disease stretched its wide hands on the homemaker and there she was on the cot under the fan switched off. Then come the charming children from school. They cried “Mom we are so hungry; what have you prepared?”
They find mom lying on the cot with a piece of white cotton cloth on her forehead. Hungry lads had to satisfy with Maries on the shelf. Before dusk, comes the family’s head, cursing his tie which holds tightly to his collars.
After relaxing himself on sofa, searches for his wife. She keeps her feet on the floor, defeating her tiredness. She would have fallen if the hands of her husband wouldn’t have held her tightly. He then puts her back in position on the bed.
The doctor arrives soon after the family’s head pressed his fore finger on the telephone button. A hundred and two degree fever would only cause body pain and tiredness, but worry is of no necessity was the doctor’s answer. He leaves with a list of prescribed antibiotics and a necessary of complete rest for two days.
That night its father’s turn to show his cooking talents. With an incredible knowledge on software and least experience in cooking, he tries his odd hands at cooking. The dinner is ready with the help of freshly prepared dough inside the fridge. The hungry children is served first and then to ‘Puppy’ the pet dog. Third the idly is served to the mother.
She ate an idly and looked very pitifully at her husband and said “An idly without salt is no taste to eat”. Only then he realized that he forgot to add salt in the dough. He goes back to the children, but finds them fast asleep with each having eaten a single idly, keeping the rest for their father. Even the greedy dog which eats whatever is served did no touch father’s dish.
The next morning mom seems very fine. The father praises the doctor for giving good antibiotics. The mother replies “A night’s dinner is all enough to get up from bed. Let the children go to school with good breakfast".
THE GREAT MAN
Wrapping his little girl child in the hands;
Sitting beside his beloved wife in the hospital room;
With countable sum of money in his pockets;
The great man said “My princess is born.”
The word responsibility was unfamiliar to him till that moment.
But from then on he became an example for it.
Working day and night seemed tiresome to him,
When pictured his little daughter’s face; everything vanished.
For he wanted to make his daughter,
The real princess of tomorrow.
Just as an ant saving grains;
He saved each penny of his earning.
Yet lavish enough to fulfill his daughter’s needs.
Poor man carries a bundle of love for his dear ones,
But doesn’t know to express it.
No matter the distance he travel for works,
His heart always pounds for his family.
When his heart flashes the picture of
His lovable wife and his charming kids
He tries to bring down even the stars for them.
Beholding the post of the family’s head,
He sometimes shows proud ness.
But, it’s not true.
He is worse than a kid in his childishness.
But never shows that off.
To know about him,
One should hunt deep inside his heart.
He is actually a treasure of love.
He protects his family as a great wall,
Having all strengths to face any problems,
He moves on and on, till he disappears.
He is “God himself in human form as our loving dad.”
Your blooming makes a nasty lawn,
Seems like heaven.
Your dancing takes our breaths away.
Majestic is your look, mind boggling!
You neither did any shows, nor did you sing.
But famous is your personality?
Happy are you always. But poor is your fate.
‘Cause you are unlucky to see the dusk.
Beauties on earth should kneel before you.
Me think, God gave you boons,
For being beautiful always.
Lawns pray, to have you within them.
What is the secret behind your beauty?
You make man’s worries fly off.
The artists paint brushes hung in shame,
As they are unable to portrait your entire beauty.
Stones fight among themselves to reach
The sculptor’s hands, as soon as he decided,
To carve you on a stone.
The days given to you by Him, to live
In this universe is, just few.
But, you part from us only passing away
It seems, you say “Hey man, live like me,
By passing fragrance to all in the
Short span of your life time.”
Why did He create you as a robber?
As you steal the hearts of humans.
Monday, May 11, 2009
IN THE NAME OF RELIGION
Swords cut as much as heads it can;
Bullets pierce the fleshy hearts;
Grenades ruins the fertility of the soil;
Riffles aim, indeed, has no age bar;
When it comes, to the name of RELIGION.
Fell on the grounds arent cats or rats, but humans;
Unfortunate for becoming the scape goats
Under the religious butcher mans hands.
Where are you all?
Invisible, yet so powerful enough,
To make people fight for you.
Might be people wrongly understood
The meaning of God is Love for
They believe My God is Love and other Gods are devils.
Cast I a question before you.
What is your caste or religion?
Answer comes only after reference;
Referring to their parents religion.
Years passed, centuries passed,
Yet civilization has never touched this field;
And the field will never get civilized,
Unless we are aware of the truth that
A Christian is not the greatest;
A Muslim is not the greatest;
A Hindu is not the greatest;
Its the Hindu, Islam, Christianity
Philosophies which gains the greatness
Hey Big Butcher!!!
Never attempt to throw a net called religion
Upon my young brothers and sisters,
And mislead their paths for dancing
As dolls in your dirty hands.
For just making profit out of religion.
Beware, we have awoke!!!
Still your digestion of foods is
Impossible without smelling the bloods of innocents,
Then united we stand, unarmed.
Shoot as much as youths you can,
Till you hate the smell of blood.
Not because we are cowards to stand
Before you to take our lives away,
We are the children of God;
The same invisible God,
Who has now born again in our hearts,
To wash out your dirty game of
Terrorism in the name of Religion.
III Biomedical Instrumentation Engg
Avinashilingam University For Women
CORPORATE WORLD AND FOOTBALL MATCH
The corporate world is a football ground.
The aim of everyone is to strike a goal.
The ground seems big from outside,
But when you start your play,
It’s just few yards of your reach.
The ball is the opportunity.
Make use of it whenever it comes to you.
Your team is the true people
Or the team around you, to help you.
Never envy them; keep them close.
Your coach is none other than your
Boss and your philosophers.
Respect them and always keep in mind
The game that they taught you.
The game of striving in corporate world.
The opponent team is the competitive world.
Never loose confidence before them,
Also never under estimate their talents.
The goal keepers are the hurdles.
They will always be present,
To block your goals.
Either strike the ball with your strengths,
Or so called your academic excellence.
If not, take up the route of
Strategic thinking to strike your goal.
Whatever may be the route,
Make sure that you don’t go against
The rules of the game.
On the other hand, make sure that
You are striking your goals.
‘Cause only a goal-striker can
Become hero of the game.
Otherwise you should be one among the crowd
To get autographs of the achievers.
Only practice can make a perfect player.
So to excel in this game,