My Diminutive Paradise

Nothing gives happiness to a writer than the feeling of holding his favourite pen and the words that are magically mustered at his will . The pen shares an intimate bond with him that nothing else can replace . The bond together , transpires a story so beautiful that it takes the breath away from its readers . Thats how a story is born and is relived a million times in the unfettered imagination of its readers and thereby gives life to its characters . One such pen of a notorious and a secretive writer nudged the characters to write a story of their own on their own, when exchanged with the right person . And thus a story began with the exchange of a pen . The mighty magical pen started to give life to the words and with life , came love . A Love that brought the moon and the sun together , and sealed the fire and water in a magical sphere for eternity . A love that sealed me with her for life . When we first met , she used to give me a look . I thought she either found me ...

Yes I said it and I'm sure most of you will agree too. Over the past few years we all have been running towards an ever changing and a complicated route to an invisible target,  influenced either by the society or our decision to be like everybody else around.  Technology has made us more efficient and supremely lazy.  This technology thats ruling all our lives demands everything back in return. Years back,  expertise in one skill would have made life easier.  Our dads and grand dads would have lived happily with being an expert in one area.  But now,  time is running fast and specialisation in one area is bound to make you obsolete,  not in the long run,  but in just few years or may be less than that. Being in I.T field,  expert or trying to be an expert in just one area or tech,  will give you a mighty chance for the coveted pink slip or a way to total oblivion. I understand that there are a lot of no-expert guys around for y...

Can you live without your current smartphone for a day or two ? The answer is definitely Yes but its very very difficult for most people like me . In an era where smartphone has become an integral part of many lives , losing it or not being with it is not an easy task . So , what do i do with my smartphone ? Most important thing are my contacts .  I keep in touch with as many as i could and maintain my circle of friends , share things , hardships , fun , photos , etc., Email Accounts , Social networks , Chat services , sometimes banking apps . Imporant documents either as a primary copy or for backup . Almost 16 Gig contents (music , photos , and videos) And more importantly , my smartphone has become an extended part of myself that i would always keep with me and never leave it alone .. I mean never . Mine was also a priced proud possesion . It was sony's first waterproof , scratch proof and SHATTER proof smartphone and had an awsome 12 MP camera . It soon became s...

Long has it been . The feeling of togetherness,fun and frolicking almost forgotten but never cleared away as they are memories of a good time that always linger around . Memories that remain to provide company when solitude begins to suffocate . The blistering cold wind rips the color and life off things around .It also leaves a storm swirling in your mind that brings flashes of memories that bares the emptiness in you that you no longer feel the difference between the bare branches of a tree and the lifeless journey for money and fame . Scrolling through the contacts in phone , remembering and listening the past thats bonded with each name and the beeps , takes away the forced reclusion and brings life closer. The fight against this wilderness would have been lost long ago and made confinement hold my fort if not for my phone . The heads bent down and the fingers clicking the hard plastic or the glowing glass screen , in trains and buses , in places around , reminds a...

I write and now I realize . The flow of words or emotions can never be reproduced . I was writing , the flow of words eased my unsettling mind ....a network glitch and all those hundreds of words vanished with no trace .  I sit again trying to recreate it and my words are hurdled , my thoughts running berserk and me ashamed and fragile with no control over my words or emotions .

Last week , i was on this bus with my family , - a tour . The best thing about bust travel , when you dont have your headphones on , is the variety of characters , you could see . I always enjoy my travel to college in bus . Its quite an interesting thing - overhearing ! . You think its wrong ? - I dont . I am basically a sound sleeper . A full meal and a nice cool breeze is enough to put me to sleep . That day , i just woke up in the bus . Maybe its a small jolt which is quite a common thing in our Indian roads . I just couldn't sleep after that . As one would do , i peeked through the window and found the tress and buildings running back . You know , we people just dont realize that kind of beauty .  No wonder , why poets write about it . The  moon , was like chasing me . It was kinda nice and funny that i was giggling . But , as the bus turned to another direction , i missed it . Frustrated , I turned around , and found that almost everyone was sound asleep , snoring ....

 I lay in my bed sleepless . Hoping for a cold breeze to take me to my dreams , i turned towards the window . The curtains danced in the gentle wind , letting in a shimmer of beautiful light . It was so magical , i believed i was dreaming .Time seemed to have stopped . I moved the curtains up and found it hiding behind dark clouds , revealing only a glimpse of its beauty.  I prayed for the clouds to move and they did . There it was, silky and white , shining ever so bright all through the darkness , glowing with life . Trees stood as dark silhouettes , leaves dancing with the wind , enjoying the glorious sight and adding more beauty to the night . I lay there staring , with my eyes wide open capturing every bit of this dreamy night . It was a sight of contempt , a sight of purity , a sight that took me gently to my sleep .

 A few days earlier  , i wrote about impressions and in a few comments i came across the word instinct . Now that made me curious to know if they are both related and i found out that they weren't . People said that instinct , intuition all go hand in hand with impressions . I think differently . Impressions are responses of the brain that are driven by certain benchmarked analysis and  has nothing to do with instinct which is an involuntary function . So , then i wanted to discuss about instincts , and here it is . Believe me ! This gave me a serious headache , esp when  i tried to differentiate instinct from impulse . Instinct - this word is used by people to refer unexplainable feeling , action or impulses . Dictionary says  its  an inborn pattern of behavior that is characteristic of a species and is often a response to certain specific stimuli . A simple example would be , the tendency of newly hatched turtles to move towards the ocean . It is a fix...

I did these sketches today . It was very hard to get the villany in the Dark Lord's face . I did my best .

First of all , thanks to my friend Sathya for this idea . Read this only if u know Tamil . It is finally over . I have written the last exam of my college life .It is only a few more days , till we bid the final Good bye . As most of you i entered the college with loads of confusion and fear and with the eagerness to learn more . Well , I learnt a lot . Not from the professors , but you my friend . I could see a very big change in me , from what i was then , to what I am now .You have added some valuable things to my life . I have laughed with you , fought with and fought for some of you . I ve teased you a lot and got mokkayed in return . I have had my share of bitter experiences , but i can forget them easily  with the over-whelming happiness you have poured into my life . The photos we took , fb , mail and sms will keep us together . Now , I would like to present you , The Dobakoor Awards . Awards that are given to special people with special talents . This is meant only for...

A place so beautiful , the morning sun gleaming through the bright blue sky , waking up everything back to life . Flower buds open up to greet the shining light , birds spread their wings to enjoy the playful wind whooshing through them. Sounds of her progeny , fill the air with life . The rivers splashes across , the green fields , creating a wonderful silver line .Earthly and heavenly !! The majestic mountains , the valiant soldiers of the woods and the powerful council men , serve her as her legion.With the power to give and take life ; the heart to punish and please ; the anger - violent enough to startle the grounds open up and take in the traitors , burn down her foes and splash away the honor less and the love that could make the whole world soak in happiness , spreading the fragrance of fun , filling the air with life , she rules .Wild she is . With her kindness and valour , she rules and defends her kingdom . The kingdom of Earth . Its her special day , our specia...

 My exams are like almost over , so i just took my sketch book and started drawing a girl . I have always wanted to draw a girl as i believe its quite difficult .So here goes , the sketch i drew and the colored version . I just used crayons for coloring . Im happy with the result . I was listening to one of my fav tracks (Dan gibson's solitudes) , while drawing this . I had the same dream again , i was moving through a green field wearing a white shirt .The fragrance , the color of the flowers and the gentle breeze caressing through , carrying the moisture of the rain that just stopped , all made it a wonderful scene . Few flowers wanted me to take them . I couldnt deny a request from something that was so beautiful .I strolled through , enjoying every moment of it . And finally there she was , standing under a big  tree , its wide spread branches telling me it has stood there for ages .The breeze made her hair move as if each strand was dancing with joy, holding hands wit...

Ah! Finally a genuine reader/follower or probably a stranger. This time i disabled all notifications to my social networking sites , so i didn't pull you forcibly to this page . I'm glad . Ok! Now this is going to be a bit boring . Recently i have developed this habit of sketching .It all started when my friend Sathya challenged me to draw " Metal Beak " , better than him .This nudge made me take my pencils back , which i have abandoned a few years back and now , i just can't keep them down . I ve started to put everything in cartoons - no matter if it looks good or not ( Hey! Im improving :)  ). I should thank my friends of 20sb.net who advised me to put something of me, in my blog's header . The idea was really good and so i gave my header , a personal touch . I didn't care what others would think , I felt it was good and that is what that mattered . It's like im starting it all, from the scratch , so i have not got the niche yet and Yes! ...

    Roars and cheers filled the auditorium when the host (romba paavam ,the crowd never allowed her to speak) announced that the first performance will be by the final yrs’ to kick start the informal events of chemfluence . I was so happy to know that the juniors are cheering for them . But I was proved wrong . The roars got louder when a lean figure crept onto the stage from the side . It was the girl , who sincerely believes that she looks a lot like Deepika padukone , claiming that she has a beautiful dimple . But , everyone knew , that she looked very much like a old granny & tht it was not a cute dimple but a Dokku ( as in dokku viluntha kelavi ) . We all know that she has a really really great voice and has the right mix of talents to  become a music genius in the future . She started singing well , with Amrutha , but later her voice faded off , when the the instruments got louder . It looked as if she was just chewing somethin with the mike in her hand...

A long fought battle , in words , thoughts and in action which has left us confused . A new born baby doesn't know the difference between the two . Life begins with belief . Growth is led by the senses and senses are the store keeper of our memories . So where does this good and evil wind up in the complicated pattern of our life . Is it the factors of life that determine our status or the intricate genetic pattern that we are born with . If science claims it to be pre-determined , then do we believe in fate ? . The path of life , stores the idea of good and evil in our mind somewhere . Most of us walk in the line in-between , with the possibility of stepping into any side in a moments notice . We either believe or pretend , what we do is right or wrong . Nobody can assume how we will react in a bad situation . Throw a stone into our perfect life , and then we will know how we react . We see good  in a caring mother and evil in a serial killer . One can give a hundred or more ex...

For all those eager hearts who just popped into my blog on seeing the title and hoping for some serious gossip , Sorry to disappoint you . I just voluntarily missed a P.S. in the front to get a few more hits . Muaahh !!! Its this book P.S. I love You , that I started listening (audiobook) today . Sword fights , Magical spells , Witches and wizards , blood dripping battle , the chase and all is my thing when it comes to books . This valentine’s day I thought it would be positively different to try something romantic . So, started this one P.S.I love you . It started off in a sad sentimental note but later turned out to be very light and funny . I couldn’t control myself laughing in some places , that I got some stares from the passengers in my bus . Some people made a face on seeing me , smiley faced and giggling. I would have appeared to be a fool for them!! I just couldn’t control it . But it didn’t bother me . This is actually the first time I laughed on listening to a book .I am...

It was the judgement day . 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...

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 dashb...

I have always wanted to have a walk through the misty roads early morning when the bright beast was still asleep . I didnt want it to wake up and ruin the adventure that i had planned for the new year’s first day . I started early from my home . The streets were just like i wanted them to be , dark , misty and silent . It felt like it was hiding something and it wanted me to play with it to seek that lays beyond . I accepted its request for the game . I just strolled through , with my whole body dancing and my teeth shaking with joy of being out in the cold . I was playing for a long time and yet didnt find anything . I was just about to accept my failure when i heard footsteps and faint sound of barks and grunt wines . I got my hope back and started moving towards the sound . The mist knowing that i ve come close moved away revealing dark figures of a man and a dog . He too was enjoying the serenity just like me . I went to him and wished him a very happy new year . His calm f...

I always get my hair cut in a normal saloon .This time i decided to try a parlour . I know that both may mean the same , but the indian way of  defining a saloon and a parlour is completely different . The one with good stylish interiors , people in uniform , and that which charges more is a parlour .   I was wondering which one to try first among the 3 or 4 in my area .I just walked through the misty streets , drifting in my thoughts of what is going to happen after an hour .I was so worried about talking the decision to try something new . The first thing to come to my sight is “Foot fetish” .The moment i saw the word fetish i decided that this is where im going to do it or get it done .  I was like looking all around , assessing the interiors but at the same time , thiru thirunu mulikiraamaadhiri irukka koodadhunu , i was like , heads high , eyebrows raised and tried to manage a gethu look . Saw their pricing and i was glad that the hair cut was just 90 rs/- , but stil...