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Hey its me again. I just got to remember my childhood when I used to be a rural un-sophisticated giggly boy with dribbly nose and scruffy hair. I used to be bullied by Nasser and gang. I was no match for their gross physique and cruel behavior. I used to cry silently at home when lights went out and Mom gave a good night kiss. I used to cling to her hand. She would gently cajole me to sleep. I never felt like telling her the truth and despair her already turbulent mind. I kept it to myself and suffered humiliation day after day. In due course of time, it just turned out to be a weary ritual. Eventually the bullying ended when the gang got kicked out for harming an influential boy. Why am I telling this anecdote? It is to tell all those out there: if you let it pass and be patient you can survive without much creativity. Don't get carried away by situations; instead handle them with patience. Soon you will acquire the finesse to handle difficult situations. If I can survive anyone c...

Moments  . . . The tear of a petal,  The mirth on a church bell,  The smile of my daughter,  So pure ‘n’ natural.  She’s so precious,  Her manners so gracious,  As Hindus do in ritual.  I name her Harmonious!     Every moment she teaches,  Of trust and love she preaches  by her glee-rich smile; Like sanguine beaches.  Yet, in a moment of anger  Alas! I did beat her in rancor  How frail I’m,  I curse and cry Ah!  She hugs me in sweet slumber.  I now see her in the garden,  Talking to hibiscus in passion,  They nod their heads so crimson,  In blatant amusement.   I bid adios at the wretched gate  I now regret the recalcitrant state  Clueless of the deceit, ‘bubbye’ she says  Her eyes linger as I seal my fate.  That’s the picture I remember  In my forlorn days of separation  Of the terrible, terrible treachery  Of a father to a child, so fair...

Education Education is an ongoing process that helps to transform the unskilled to skilled, the narrow-minded to broad-minded, the inefficient to efficient and so on. Education has many meanings. Basically through education we learn the rudiments of social structure, behavioural patterns, character building, manners, morals and principles on the one side and on the other it gives you lessons on efficiency, skill and organization to do things. “The truly educated know there is no end to education and are humble about their knowledge.” – This was told by a visiting dignitary to our school – Dr. R.V.G. Menon when he interacted with us. Needless to say, this means education never stops. Vanity is the quality of the uneducated. While literacy and numeracy are a part of the educational process, they are not the only part of education. We must learn to be responsible, dedicated and empathetic, to the unfortunate; we must strive hard to better ourselves and those around us; we must seek high...

What must we do to overcome terrorism? When we neglect a person, we deny him proper understanding of our attitude. We abandon him to theorize about our intension and deduce based on such a theory he harbours. Communication gap aggravates the misunderstanding and resulting in the person getting ostracized. Apply this to a larger section and we get such a group of disgruntled people. After a considerable span of time communication among the group furthers this process and brings a chasm of difference between them and the main stream of the society. Neither seems to understand the other or bother to. Now the sidelined group has two options; to accept or react. One of the extreme reactions is terrorism. First of all, there must be a paradigm shift in global and national initiatives. Rather than merely emphasizing on economic and material development, policies must target human development. Prominence must be given to micro societies and their pertinent situations to bring them to the ...

Com - muting  All are sitting in a huddle  I get in as it hurtles  ‘Good morning!’  No response given  All niceties forgotten  My balance is shaken  I sit in the last row  My head bent low  Unceremoniously  Lips curled morosely  Amidst the huddled figures  Mind roaming in high gears  The vibration  Of the moving contraption  Spill all over through my buttocks  Sitting like two estranged bullocks  Partly from sleep so gay  The girls ahead sway  As the van trundles away  The man at the wheels  Drives as he feels  Reeling from the lanes  like drunken Mighty Mike  The boy sitting next  drums on the seat,  vexed fearing his job being axed.  Then the van breaks  tires screeching  We pitch forward bouncing,  The bobbing heads banging,  Laptops plummeting,  Cars in the rare honking!  And then nothing!  We settle down unthinkin...

Job    Application  Jubilation  Probation  Subjugation  Approbation  Congratulation  Coagulation  Intimidation  Culmination  Condemnation  Litigation  Termination  Extermination  Exciting maturation  Of exasperation and  Furious purgation, a  Kind of emancipation!   Work until the last second  Work until you’re a legend  Work until the undoable is done  Work until the end of your hope  Work until you become a whore  Work until you’ve lost your conscience  Work until your blood has lost it ambiance  Work, work, work, until. . .   Time has delivered hours and decades  Swallowing vigor, vitality, viscera decadent  Like a humongous black widow,  crouching hideously  As the pseudo- humans watch you  They ridicule your plight behind your back  While clucking their tongue in sympathy   You bleed alone All alone...

MY MOST PRECIOUS   In wide toothless glee her eyes screws shut  She smiles benign whole-hearted joy from gut  Now her face shrinks into a pinched mood  How her passing time color her infinite mood!   Her head tilts and momentous gurgle pours mirth  She’s now groping for some precious thing of worth  She finds one so good, it’s a torn bit of paper  She now sleeps may be a shut-eye or slumber   As morning sun sprays golden rays  Her shock of hair frames her creamy face  Like a well-sucked mango stone  And her pudgy fist holds for dear life the paper torn.   She wails, she burps, she sings, she shouts  She crawls, she sprawls, she bawls, she lolls.  Her creator must puzzle in his wisdom profound  How such a small thing makes her world go round.   No possession makes me feel so precious  No one but her consider me great and gracious  No time is enough to share her lively joy a...

I am just an everyday guy- nothing great, no one ordinary either. Just the sort of guy anyone would accept easily. But let me warn you. Better to keep me away with a barge pole especially girls. Yet people who know me say I am not so bad! Hats off my girl, she just can't give me up. don't conclude that I am a LOSER! I am not just a LOSER; I am the BIGGEST LOSER in town. I sort of got drifted to the languid dunes of the Arabian Desert with it mystic mysteries. Of course by the time I drifted in, it too had lost its rugged charm and had become one those busy oil-rich settlements the Middle East has reduced itself to. Predictable humdrum life made all the more monotonous by the mechanical life style and narrow interests haunt me here too. In my fiftieth year I finally made another migration to the virtual world of forums and blogs. "Never too late" goes the saying but I wonder! In Malayalam there is a saying "Wherever a sinner goes it turns out to be a hell". H...