Jan 21, 2011
The results for the short story / poem writing contest were to be announced yesterday by Ms. Lavanya Mohan , author of Chutney case .
After all the mumbo jumbo I ve been thinking , to write for this contest , I came up with something decent enough – A New Leaf .
As any boy would do , I was asking my friend sruti (the organizer of the contest) , how she would look like . She claimed her to be a natural beauty and that she doesn’t have her hair straightened . I was really glad to hear that , because I just hate that straightened hair look. So with hopes high , (not for the result but for her) , I was waiting in the hall with my friends .
A strong – very strong , perfume odour filled the room and we all turned to the door to see her coming in . She was good . She had this bubbly bubbly kinda look . She looked more like a person with whom you would want to be friends with . Then , a formal introduction , and we all left the room for her to judge the entries without any disturbance .
My friend sruti needs a special mention . She was way too nervous . She was like ,”Ayyayo (OMG) , avanga varala (they ve not arrived yet) . Ayyayo I have to call them . Ayyayo , I don’t have his number and ayyayo I don’t have this and tat….” I bet she would have fainted if something went wrong , but luckily everything went well . But she had something else to ease her tension . She was actually all smiles after a particular something .(somethin – somethin ). Me and my friends had a really hard time standing in the wet floors of cbt (centre for bio-technology) .
After an hour or so , she finished judging and the discussion started . I didn’t win any prize , but had both my poem and the story in the ‘honorable mention’ part . I was really happy for that . Konjam lighta kalaai chaanga (Teased me a bit), but that’s o.k.
Then , during the discussion , I started my performance , the thing I always did when someone talks in front of a crowd . Repeated nodding and smiling here and there , even if others didn’t feel that was funny . It was a way of responding and seeking attention and I kinda succeeded in it too . Managed to get her attention for a while .
She was not only bubbly , but smart too . Her spontaneity was just great . She managed to answer even the tricky questions very well , and the lame ones too . But she did cross the line of being interesting to being mokka , for a while , but came back soon to the good part .
She was smart , funny , wonderful and good looking .
Lavanya Mohan : A smarter version of Hasini (Jenilia in santhosh subramaniam).
Konjam overa irundha – kandukaa dheenga plz… And congrats sruti …Well done !!!Thank you Lavanya ….for accepting the invitation , it was great having you in our coll .
The day was a perfect package of mokka , jolls & insults – a pucca fun filled day .
Jan 19, 2011
I did a mistake. I knew you would want to do something like this, so I came to you . You did not respond and so I broke in and found you falling over. You reached for something that I could not see . I shouted your name, but you fell deep down inside you.
You hid everything, you kept it a secret, but I read your thoughts. You cried a lot. The insults, the betrayal , the loss and everything. You told all of your friends that you didn’t care, but I saw it in your eyes. They have slowly been turning gray. I was the only one , you allowed to talk about it. Now, every time I try, you become stiff or try to push me away. I just wanted to help you. But you eventually forgot me.
You also don't eat that much anymore and I know that you've been throwing up a lot. I can tell that you have lost a lot of weight and blood and something special. Don't think that I haven't seen the scars covering your legs and arms. Maybe you can hide these things from everyone else, but not from me. I can't believe that I didn't notice them sooner; there were so many. I tried to talk to you about them today, but, you kept away from me.
This has been slowly growing over the past month, and I tried to tell some people, but I didn't . Of course, they would ask you right afterwards if there was a problem, and you, always, said no.
I thought that you would listen to me now. If not now, then never. Realize that you are not fooling others, but you. Your parents love you, Isnt that enough?
I found out , after you started isolating yourself, that you were moving towards the dark.
I know that you are different and wounded for being so.
I applaud you for being an individual and trying to be yourself, but I am also disappointed in you. If you wanted to, you could have still fought for you, claiming your place, the rightful place, the one you deserve . But you gave up so easily. I would have stood by you. But you forgot me.
No one deserves that amount of pain, and it's easy to see why you are in the hospital right now.
I'm glad that you are not dead. I could not live without you. Your death would have made them win. It's a wretched thought, but they want you out. This is how they survive. Those heartless beings.
I always look up to you. I will be with you from now . With me , you can succeed , break open the clutches and be in light , always .
You have a kind heart and amazing personality. That is what , keeps you alive .
Jan 18, 2011
Raja is 13 years old and had always been a very nice kid. He always scores the first mark in his class and is well -known in the slum for his good nature. This nature of his had earned him so many friends .
He had inherited that from his parents who were always kind and never fought with any in that slum , where picking fights with others is a common thing . Not a single day passes without someone fighting . It may be for any reason , or not even one .
His father Muthu works as a daily wager under a mason . The recent rains have left him with no job and so no money . This had made others working with him to steal. He was also asked to join them , but he had told them he would never steal . He was trying for a job for nearly a month, but in vain .
His mother lakshmi , works as a maid in a nearby house . This had been the only source of income to their family. Lines of fatigue and sorrow ran through her face but she tried her best to conceal them with a smile . And as a good wife , she managed with what they got . She never complained .
They didn’t have money but they had love to fuel their life. Raja always felt happy for them .
“Raja! Take this tablet pa.” asked his mother reaching towards him with a glass full of water and the medicine .
Raja had been ill for nearly a month and the doctor in the nearby corp. hospital gave them a dozen colored tablets without even examining him.
He took his tablet and gulped so much water that he started to cough .
Then his mother gave him a bowl full of kanji .
Raja made a face on seeing that .
“Ma ! you have been giving me the same thing to eat for more than a month . I need something else to eat today .”
His mother gave back a smile. For a month they have been in a very bad situation and the recent price hikes have made onion and tomato far beyond their reach .
People in the slum have claimed that they soon will become rich man’s vegetables and they will never be able to use them as they usually did.
Understanding that from his mother’s expression , he started eating it . He was so weak to even hold the bowl , so his mother feeded him .
“Tomorrow is Pongal . Prepare something different atleast tomorrow ma..please ” , mumbled raja .
His mother nodded with a smile and told him that she would bring something from the house where she worked .
Happy with thoughts of getting to eat good food tomorrow , he fell asleep .
Sun rays protruding through the holes woke him up . To his surprise he found his parents staring at him with their lips curved for a big Good morning smile .
“Get up and take bath soon …all that you asked for is here. ”
He was so happy that he was going to eat something good finally . He rushed up to take bath.
He didn’t feel weak . Probably that medicine had made wonders . After that they started praying, but his eyes went to the food that was served there as an offering to the God .
Then he started enjoying the food . He started with the Sakkara Pongal , and his widened when he had his first gulp . It was great. He was so glad . Its been a long time . Then , he went on for the idlies and the vadaa . He ate as much as he could and really enjoyed every bite .
“This is the best Pongal , Ma !”
His parents gave him a big hug .
It was then , a very old man came by their house .
“Come on Raja . I will give you everything you want . Come soon , its already late” , said the old man .
His parents asked him to go . And there was something around him , like a rope , that pulled him towards the old man . But , he didn’t feel bad , he was happy . He bid farewell to his parents and went with the old man .
It was still dark when Lakshmi gave out a huge scream of sorrow . Tears came running down their cheeks. Lakshmi could not take it . Her cries , brought everyone in that slum to their hut . The Crowd peered in , to see Muthu and Lakshmi crying over a motionless body . It was Raja.
He passed away happily in his sleep after a great dream.
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 12, 2011
Finally after a long time of confusion I have decided .
It all started when my friend told me about the blog service provider tumblr.com . At first I liked it a lot .To list out its outstanding features ,
- The ultimate cool – theme garden
- Efficient and easy to use dashboard .
- Possibility to integrate it with facebook and twitter in a very easy way .
- Facility to upload high-res photos and to create albums.
- Cool posting features ., etc ..
The first thing I had problems with is the commenting feature . Tumblr does not provide you with a default commenting service as in blogger . The only way is that you have to sign in to disqus.com which is some kind of comment outsourcing .
Second thing is its search bar which is a total disaster and is totally inefficient .
Then , the dashboard. Though it has some nice features , the entries of the blogs I follow flood my dashboard . Tumblr is claimed to be something that’s between fb and twitter , but I definitely hate that dashboard . And it has very less popularity among Indians . None of the foreigners write , they just share photos and it is very hard to find a post without obscenity , which I felt was really annoying . But yes , there are good ones . Example :http://theanimalblog.tumblr.com/ and http://priyaprakash.tumblr.com/ . If you are a good photographer then tumblr is the right place for you and people there appreciate and like seeing pictures than to read .
And finally , the position I ve earned in the web world . I search for my name and I could find my blog right in the first page . I was so worried about losing this . But now I have decided . I am sticking with blogger and I will find ways to integrate it with fb .
Tumblr is a good blog service provider but it needs a lot more to compete with blogger or wordpress .
I love blogger