This is my World

We are going back 200,000 years. We will be back soon and safe. Don't worry. We head to a vast and a dark jungle as any story teller would tell you, because there wasn't much except these. Of course Sun will struggle to penetrate the dense forests. Mid noon resembled midnight and midnight was just empty. And as any story would make you believe, all the animals lived together peacefully and happily together. The six animal jury was seated under the shades of trees, on big boulder or branches of trees. Eagle, the foreman flew from one branch to the open space where all animals have gathered. He read out the case or literally he yelled out the case. A competition to find the mightiest animal in the jungle. His co-jurors were Rabbit, Snake, Fox, Pig and ant. All except the any filled in nominations to contest, but were disqualified. So they decided to sit in the jury panel. It would be 8.30 A.M on July 29,2009, 202,009 years later. All the animals in the Jungle had assembled in the

July was coming to an end in India, not the rains.And Mumbai was hit badly, as it doe every year, year after year.All channels in the country were breaking the news, " Mumbai floods. Knee deep water disrupts normal life. Schools and colleges close for the week. However It firms continue to operate. The metro bus services and trains will be delayed. Both the Maharastra government and the Central government have assured fast relief actions". People watching the news wondered how the Rajdeep Sardesais , the Pranay Roys and the Barkha Dutts get to the studio without being hit by rain, for it looked like a cyclone outside. It was absolute chaos. Traffic Jams, Overflowing Drainages , diseases, stinking roads, ugly climate, slow reacting governments. Anyone on Earth would have doubted, hell being moved onto the surface of Earth from the underworld had they seen Mumbai . Ganesh Trivedi stepped out of his house, with his one and half human leg and a half plastic one. Had he

Even as a kid, I have fantasized a lot about Time machines and Time travel. The Idea simple amazes me. You can be born in the twentieth century, yet you can see the formation of Earth and the moon, play with dinosaurs, inaugurate pyramids, witness the rise and fall of empires and walk with Jesus. It sounds exciting, doesn't it? But after 23 years on Earth, I realize that it is close to impossible, at least in my life time. I cannot have all the above fun. As any writer would do, I started thinking crazily and my brain bumped into an Idea. To explain the Idea, I have you tell you about an atom and time. Scientists(as well me) believe that atoms are the smallest indivisible component of matter ever found. Atoms are in turn made up of protons, neutrons and electrons. It has also been proved that atoms can move from place to place. All that you need is a small push, a force. So lets simply say atoms are everywhere and they can move. Now moving on to time. When I was in class VI, my p

India is a multi-party democracy, a sovereign and a secular republic that chooses its leaders by a secret ballet system. It is a mixture of cultures, traditions and of course superstitions, an intercommunication of languages and dialects, with a growing number of slang in an alarming rate, a confused relationship of 100 religions and castes which somehow have learnt to co-exist. Being a politician in such is a setup is real difficult. So here are some of the great characteristics of a good politician. Any preliminary requirement for a politician aspirant is to speak and to do that non-stop. It doesn't matter what you speak or how you speak. All it matters is that you speak. And if you can use a couple of words in all languages like chennagidha , baha unnaara , how are you, naanayittu unda , your prospects of growing national looks increasingly good. You will have to play with words and stop worrying about what they actually mean. Then you must be a good two face. You must fall in

"I have been in this orphanage for a very long time. I don't know how many years have passed since I came here, since I was abandoned. Some say, it has been 20 years. I don't believe them. None who were here on the day I arrived survive. So no one here knows my age. Neither do I. Maybe you do.  I don't miss home. I never had one. This orphanage is whatever I know of home. I have become a part of it and so has it in mine. It is the best thing that ever happened to you. After you.  When I was a kid, a sister by the name Nancy, once told me that I was dropped here on August 16. She told me I might not have been more than a day old when she first lay eyes on me. Even she doesn't remember the year. All she remembers is that when I came here, there were ten kids already and I was the pet of all. She also told me that I looked like a doll. I think she was just being kind.  Like any others, I don't remember much of my childhood. The earliest memory I have is the

The battle was about to begin. The sides took their position on either side of the battlefield. Dressed in black and white, they could have not been more contradictory in appearance. They were equally matched in might though. Their first line of defence was the infantry. The cavalry of horses along with war elephants stood behind the infantry, ready for attack. The king and his queen were kept away from the front line. They, for the moment, will just observe the proceedings. When the war drums began to blare, the men in black made their move. Their infantry marched into the battlefield with great vigor. Their goal was to infiltrate the enemy’s defenses. On the other hand, the men in white were cautious with their battle strategy. There were defensive and made very calculated moves. In a few minutes, either infantries had been fully mobilized and the battle was in full swing. Dead men began littering the field. Upon seeing that, the cavalries decided to take charge and moved in

இயற்கை அன்னை வரைந்து வைத்த வண்ண ஓவியம் ! மொழியில்லாமல் படைக்கப் பட்ட குட்டி காவியம் ! மேதை புலவர் பலர் இதை பாடி வைத்த பாக்கள் ஆயிரம் ! அதை நானும் கொஞ்சம் பாடிட வழிகள் தந்திடும் ! கசந்த வேப்பங்குச்சி ஒடித்து பல் துலக்கி, கிணற்றில் மீன்களோடு சேர்ந்து குளித்து, மணக்கும் பழயசாதம் வத்தலோடு உண்டு, ஆரோக்கியமாய் வாழ்பவர் பல கோடி இங்கு உண்டு ! கருவாச்சியின் நெற்றிப் பொட்டு, தமிழ் கலாச்சாரத்தை காட்டும் ! அவள் அணியும் நெய்தல் பட்டு, தமிழ் கலையின் வளத்தை பாடும் ! பாமரன் சுத்தும் மூங்கில் சிலம்பு, தமிழ் மகனின் வீரத்தை போற்றும் ! அவன் செய்யும் தண்ணீர் பானை, மண்ணுக்கும் உயிர் ஊட்டும் ! பாட்டிசைக்கும் காற்றும், கேட்டசையும் நாற்றும், என்னை கூட கொஞ்சம், ஆடச் சொல்லி கேட்கும் ! மேகம் மூடும் மலையும். வெட்டி வைத்த குளமும், நிசப்தமான இரவும், என்னை ஆதிவாசியை மாற்றும் ! வரவேற்பு வலயம் போடும் தென்னை, கொலுசு பொட்டு கொள்ளும் பெண்ணை, காதலிக்கச் சொல்லி கேட்கும் என்னை ! எடுத்து நெற்றியில் இட்டுக்கொள்ளத் தோணும் !

It was not another regular day in the ordinary life of Bhupathy.  The same cannot be said about Bangalore weather that day. It was cold and breezy. Dark clouds were hovering over head  ominously   and a light drizzle was pittering and pattering the streets - typical of a June dawn.  When the alarm went off without warning at six-thirty in the morning, Bhupathy was already awake and a train of thoughts were running past his mind. In the fore of those thoughts was the choice of shirt he was going that wear that day. He only had two.  As a kid, Bhupathy grew within the walls of his small village. His father, a humble man, worked as a porter in the village's railway station - a one or two trains stopped there when they needed to refuel. On a good day, Selvam earned a paltry sum of twenty rupees with which he fed his family. Education was a luxury he could not afford and his kids never went to school.  Bhupathy never worried about it. Instead, he spent his time playing Kabbadi a

அன்று வந்ததும் இதே நிலா! ட ட டா ! இன்று வந்ததும் அதே நிலா! ட ட டா ! அன்றைய தமிழ்க் கவிஞனின் கண்ணில் நிலவாய் மாறிப் போன பெண், இன்று படும் அவல நிலை என்ன தெரியுமே ? நாட்டு சரக்கு நச்சினு தான் இருக்கு, காணும் இடம் அத்தனையும் கலர் கலர இருக்கு ! தங்க கொடமே, தஞ்சாவூரு கடமே, மந்திரிச்சி விட்டு புட்ட மலையாள படமே ! என்ன size இது மாமு, ரொம்ப nice கிது ! என்ன வயசு இது மாமு, ஐய ice கிது ! மருமகனின் லீலைகள் போதாதென்று, மாமனாரின் வரிகள் வேறு, bun bun நீ sweet bun, butter jam போலே நான் தான், உன்தான் மேலே தான் நான், ஒட்டி கொள்ள தான் வா ! மிக அற்புதமாக செதுக்கப்பட்ட வரிகள், அதிலும் பாதி ஆங்கிலம். அடுத்தவர் எல்லாரையும் விஞ்சியவர். இவர் வர்ணிக்காத உணவு பொருள் ஏதேனும் உண்ட என்று ஆராய்ச்சி நடக்கின்றது. திம்சு கட்ட, அய் அய் திம்சு கட்ட, ஏண்டி என்ன கெடுத்து புட்ட ! பப்பளபள பப்பளபள பப்பாளி பழமே ! தத்தளதள தத்தளதள தக்காளி பழமே ! காய்கறி மட்டும் அல்ல, சிக்கன் கறி, சிக்கன் கறி, சிக்கன் கறி, இது கோத்தகிரி கோழிக் கறி, மட்டன் கறி ! அடுத்தவர் ஒரு சமையல் அறையை உருவாக்கியவர், அண்டங் காக்கா கொண்டக்காரி, அச

The mission was on. Omar was a part of it. He has been training for this over three years now. He has been grieving for 6 years. The seven man team landed in Omar's home town at 6 A.M. Omar thought about the news that will make headlines in the newspapers and TVs on December 7. He smirked at the thought of seeing his photo in the papers 24 hrs later. But, he had a mission to complete before. The mission was simple. To kill as many people as possible. The year was 1992. Omar was 12 and his little sister Ayesha was 9. One day they were playing with their neighbour Mahesh . Ayesha reported to him about his father Ram running towards them. Ram severely warned Mahesh and dragged him back to their house, the end of Mahesh in their little life. Omar and Ayehsa explained what had happened to their father Salim. Salim explained to them about Babri Masjid . He explained them how Muslims and Hindus in India were destined to fight each other forever. Salim, is not a hard-core radica

Some of you would have seen this Christian Bale starer, so-called action movie. To others, who haven't seen it, here is a gist. The movie tells how controlling emotions alone can't keep men peaceful. Well, the movie was right. Controlling your emotions will never keep you in peace. At least not if you wanna live(may be you can Rest In Peace). Because, they are no root cause. They age just reactions to events(failures or successes). Some actions turn out to be events and they lead to emotions. Man is a social animal, ain't he? He needs to interact with others to live on this planet. He depends on some one for something, at least something little. He expects something from others. Expectations are the real culprits. A threat to mankind. Now, tell me, why you choose to have friends? To spend leisure time, to go to a movie, to eat, t chat, to be helpful when needed, to take care and so on. Why do you need a spouse? To have some warmth, to have some sex and of course kids, to

I have been doing this for over six years now. Be it in high school, college or at job, I have been doing all goofy things to make people laugh, for the total amusement of complete strangers. When I made people happy, I never worried looking wacky. I can lower and debase myself, if some one enjoys, me doing that. In fact, I am proud of doing all these. I have always felt that, I have the gift to bring laughter and joy to all of mankind. I did bring. And of course, there's nothing wrong in making people laugh. You become famous. All people like you. They come to you. But, something comes along with it. To be a good clown, you must be an emotionless, ludicrous bugger. You must know only one way to emote, laugh. Just laugh for everything. When some one smiles at you, when some one helps you, when some one sympathizes you, when some one laughs at you, when some one teases you, when some one bullies you, when some one hurts you, simply laugh, as if you don't have a heart and brain.