This is my World

It was a chilly morning in Bangalore . The wind was spraying my hair all over my face and the cold was penetrating the heavy layers of fat, into my bones. And the clouds were threatening to employ my, rather my friend’s umbrella. I was on my way to work. Yeah, instead of getting a girl friend, spending the time holding her hands, I was going to work, this romantic morning. But guess what Life had in store for me. “You look very beautiful today”. “Is it”, blushing like hell, she said, “Thanks”. “I’ ve got you something, a small gift”, grinning, idiotically. “Oh! What is it?”, the fake surprise. “Wow! Sun glasses! Its very beautiful. Thank you. So sweet”. “Anything for you! Love you!” “Love you too!”. To the waiter, the guy, “Bring the coffee with that fancy name please”. And then the smile. First signs of attraction – A scene from a posh coffee shop. Coming back to my Monday morning, I saw her. A 50-odd year old lady. Silver hair with sprayed pepper, tanned face, big glasses, missi

"Machi, intha padathulaye aduththa scene thaan machi gethu. Nee vena paren". "Dei intha padathula irukkuradhe rendu scene thaan, intha scene la ipdi na, adutha scene la apdi. Ithukku effect vera. Mudittu paaru da !". "Ithula, thanni thanni folder vera. animals, birdnu. usshappa". Enna nanbargale, first part ah POWERful ah start panniyachu, intha part ah oru changekkaga romantic ah start pannalam thaan. Seri vaanga kathaikku polam. kaalaila 8.10 alarm vachu, 8.15 varaikkum 2 nimisham solli thoongittu, pal theikaam, kulikaama, mugatha mattum kalivitu, 1/2 kg powder, 10 ruba scent oda 2 masam thuvaikadha oru sattayayum, 1 varusham thuvaikkadha jeansayum, roommate elundhu chappels theduvanennu nenaikkama avanoda chappelayum pottunu, mess la oru tea ah kudhichittu, 8.30 classukku 8.45 manikku poyi, lecturer ta assault ah thittu vaanginu, kavalaye padama last bench poyi, note ah open panni vechittu thoongi, 12.30 belluku mulichu, thirumba messku poi etho onna sa

Ennaga titlaye romba nerama padikireenga....Oru POWERful ana title vaikkanum apdindradukaga bayangarama yosichi vacha title nga :) Why blood, same blood... Seringa title ah vidunga, athukkum namma kathaikkum sambandame illa... Title summa effect ukku thaan... August 1, 2004. 48 boys, 11... First day seating arrangement gave away which guy will be in which gang for the rest of their college life. A class without a gang.. no way even if it is the pshycho department. Here are the gangs of our class... 1) Pistus - Mudal naal class la kadaisi bench la ukkanthu koratta vutta kabothi pasanga... Apdiye ennamo ponnugattaye pesamattom.. naanga ellam aan singangal, only distubution - viniyogastha urima da - apdinnu sollittu side gap la santhula sindhu paduna pasanga...intha group la oru 30 singam irunthuchu...onnukku theriyama innonu, irundha ella sappa figure odayum kadala pottuchu, bun um vaanguchi. konjam asingam thaan. 2) GroundNuts - Kadavul innamo evangala ponnugala kappathurathukagave pada

Ayesha rolled her eyes to the left to see her sister. In the past 72 hours she has come to love Banu's big eyes and the cute blush on her face. Cuddled close to her was Banu. She was staring at the invisible sky, with her palms put together in a praying pose. On the green bed, the cute pink babies resembled a blooming rose. Not just one, but two. God, if had created these babies would have been proud of his job. But well, he took his pay, the mother. Ayesha joined her 3 day old sister in her pose. She knew she would doing the same for the rest of her life, no the rest of their life. She touched her sister's face and felt a sense of affection, her first. She then giggled and joined her sister again in the pose. Banu was not just her blood sister. She was much more. Ayesha and Banu grew up together. They ate together, slept together, prayed together, learnt to spell each others name together. They were inseparable, literally. Six years rolled in six years time(don't believe i

When the entire country was celebrating the split, when her entire family was busy, moving to the other side of the divide looking forward to a peaceful life, Kursheeda was forced to stay back. She was expecting Beelal anytime. Yes, Beelal with two ' e's as in Kursheeda . Where once Nawabs ruled, where once her grand father fought in the mutiny, Beelal was born in a dirty corner of the Government hospital on the 15h of August. His birth went unnoticed in front of the big event. His life, we will come to judging that a bit later. Kursheeda sold clay dolls to make a living. She inherited this profession from her husband, who was killed by six months ago by a killer cholera. Beelal would never see his father, Ahmeed (yeah, the two 'e' syndrome) except for in a blurred black and white photo. Kursheeda became a single mother for her only child.Everyday she would carry Beelal and a basket of dolls, each on one hip to the bazaars. On a good day, She made a rupee at m

(Inspired by a true story) Standing in the corner of the Bilal street, the four bearded men were looking at the girl. She was collecting paper on the other side of the road. Zeborah Ayesha , the 14 year old kid has never set foot in school in her Taliban Afghanistan. Her father was a paper collector and at the age of 8, Zoya was put into his business. And since that day, for 6 long years, she has been collecting paper. But what happens today will change her life forever. Now coming back to the street corner. Zeborah was dressed in a traditional salwar which in fact was too large large for her size. But then, she didn't have her burqa . Munir Dakia , the youngest of the four at 34, came over to Zeborah and took her by her arm and dragged her across the street. the terrified little Zeborah got scared and She was wondering what mistake she had made to get into this situation. And then she saw Jalal Anwar take a leather whip out of nowhere. Tears started rolling down her chee

The much awaited Ayodha verdict(amidst the much more anticipated Enthiran ) was delivered yesterday. Though it will not be spoken as much as the release of Enthiran , with some kind of curfew, 12 hour media coverage, last minute delays, and a pragmatic verdict, it provided as much thrill like any mediocre suspense thrillers would do. But the thing that made it much more historic that it may be, is the rational response from the otherwise insane Indian population(to be honest with you, I also belonged here once). A 2.5 acre arid land, Thousands of years of history and myth, and 60 years on enmity. Was Ram born there ? I really like to know when ! Was a temple built for him there ? By whom, I like to ask ? Did Babar destroy it in 1528 to build his mosque ? Why there, he must be mad ?? In 1949, these Hindus place the idol in the sanctum sanatorium, Funny. The Hindus destroyed the mosque in 1992. Kill the bastards, forgive my language(I am a born Hindu, If you don't know). And now wi

Chapter 1 : Fighting the British " Kisthi , thirai , Vari , Vaati ! Vaanam pozhikiradhu , bhoomi vizhaikiradhu , unakku en kodupathu kisthi ? Engalodu vayalukku vandhaaya , ettram iraithaaya , neer paaichi neduvayal nirayakandaaya , naatru nattaaya , kalai parithaaya , kazhani vaal ulavarukku kanji kalayam sumandhaaya , angu konji vilayadum em kula penkalukku manjal araithu pani purinthaya , allathu nee mamana machana ? Manakettavane , etharkku ketkirai thirai , yaarai ketkiraai vari ? Poradithu nerkuvukkum melai naatu ulavar kootam , parangiyarin udalayum poradhathu , thaligalai ner kathirgalai kuvuthi vidum , jakkirathai !". Not a roaring performance like Sivaji but an innocent one from a 7 year old. I still remember repeating " Yaarai ketkirai vari ?" a second time because the first time I forgot to ball my fist and make a questioning pose. A total mess of the roll and yet it got a good response. Who would want to

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(Inspired by a true story) The lifeless body lay motionless on the ground. Most of the head was gone and what remained was covered with blood or dirt. The whole body was charred. The surrounding Earth smelled of blood and the marauders were already circling the skies eying their booty. Its feast day for them, thanks to the land mines. Balbir Singh knelt beside the body to find some identification. The half-baked name plate revealed the first two letters of the man's name " KU ". He had earned 3 stars(though only one was where it was supposed to be). A captain. Balbir ordered attention. The soldiers saluted the brave captain. The dug a grave and buried him. Balbir placed the three stars on top of the grave. He knew, the man will be forgotten like any other war hero. Very soon. The 6 th Rajputana Rifles or what was left of it was assigned to take the hill. the plan was to run it down in the next twelve hours. Time was running out. Time to move on. Condolences to KU ca

Two years ago(if I remember correctly, exactly the same day), I appeared for my first ever job interview(we can call it a chit chat though). And not a single technical question was asked the entire 45 minutes. The only situation where I even had to think was when they asked me a write a poem about my college. I was dumb enough to say penning poems is one of my hobbies without realizing the fact that the biggest poem I have ever written was about the girl next door(not a pretty one either). Now that the iron tongue has spoken, a chance for my brain liquids to work. I took the pen and stared into the blank paper(I haven't written a single letter for 30 minutes). The words that I somehow found in my limited vocabulary was like this... சிறகு விரிக்க தெரியாத எனக்கு, பறக்க கற்றுக்கொடுத்தத் தாய்பறவை ! I managed to get that job.

Well, It has been over a couple of months I posted anything on this site. I almost forgot, I even has a blogspot(blame it on my work and my research for my first novel). And accidentally today, I bumped into the blogspot. Nothing much had changed in the site(probably not many visited it anyway). However, I found this interesting comment on an age old article I wrote, http://ilavaluthy.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-ramayana.html , some time June last year(almost a year has passed) and this one reader, an "Anonymous" had the courtesy to comment on it. I would like to thank him for his comment. He had an harsh comment, may be I hurt his sentiments or whatever and called me an asshole(which probably most of us are). But I was not a spineless dumb head to hide behind an Anonymous. I would like to know you reader. Please introduce yourself if you have some guts. With all due respect to you sir, Please don't oppress views. I live by my own rules. You live by yours. And in this ar

The following article is a collection of events that led me to writing this article. So I dedicate this article to everyone in the scope of these events. It was warm, rather a hot day for January in Bangalore. The same afternoon when the Sun happened to be showing his mightiness, I happened to be travelling in a BMTC bus, the bus which showed amazing promise to get caught in every possible traffic signal. When the bus was waiting for Green in one such signal(the fourth one in my journey so far), I peered out of the window with nothing else to do, to take a quick glance of the moving World outside. It wasn't moving much. He was ugly, dirty and every adjective you don't want to use on a kid of his age. He would have been 12, probably, lesser, maybe. His palms were facing the heavens. His eyes stared into strangers' eyes. I looked at my companion's face(who had ventured with me to a movie, not the first time). She had a look, a what-will-I-have-for-lunch look, so did the