Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Chakrata
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Where is the third person hiding?
A DREAM COME TRUE
THE TWO CHAMBERS OF MY HEART
The God almighty has conferred on me the highest honour of womanhood by blessing me with you two. I keep you both very close to my heart. you are grown in my mind as the greatest of the great, which in reality culminated into what you are today. I am proud of you both. I pray God always for this great fortune.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Child in the garbage
I was touched by the picture so much that
I wondered the emotions in the child.
For a moment I was in the sweltering heat and dirt,
tired, hungry and spent.
I wondered if the child thought .......
I will live... atleast another day
I will eat... atleast another morsel
sorry birdie, you are wasting your time
for I will live atleast today.
My mother is waiting on the other side
But why is her body shattered and torn?
Why are the vultures feasting on her?
why isn't she coming to me?
Mustn't look back I must keep moving on
Can still hear my Mommy say
"Keep moving on to the gates on the hem,
Vulture would follow
So never stay still Keep moving forward
and never look back
You must live Live another day.."
But why did we move out of our homes ?
Why did they burn down the fields?
Why did they poison the wells and the ponds ?
Why did they kill my father and brothers?
Birdie I know you will follow me
Wait till this last ounce of life leaves
But not today birdie
I will make you wait
For I will live for atleast today.
I must survive atleast today
I have to eat atleast one morsel
I promised her ... I promised her
but this seems a tough promise to keep.
"- Sabith
I wondered the emotions in the child.
For a moment I was in the sweltering heat and dirt,
tired, hungry and spent.
I wondered if the child thought .......
I will live... atleast another day
I will eat... atleast another morsel
sorry birdie, you are wasting your time
for I will live atleast today.
My mother is waiting on the other side
But why is her body shattered and torn?
Why are the vultures feasting on her?
why isn't she coming to me?
Mustn't look back I must keep moving on
Can still hear my Mommy say
"Keep moving on to the gates on the hem,
Vulture would follow
So never stay still Keep moving forward
and never look back
You must live Live another day.."
But why did we move out of our homes ?
Why did they burn down the fields?
Why did they poison the wells and the ponds ?
Why did they kill my father and brothers?
Birdie I know you will follow me
Wait till this last ounce of life leaves
But not today birdie
I will make you wait
For I will live for atleast today.
I must survive atleast today
I have to eat atleast one morsel
I promised her ... I promised her
but this seems a tough promise to keep.
"- Sabith
Friday, December 14, 2007
Adventure on cyclists
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Kerala's Home Minister is honoured at Pondicherry
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Thus spoke great men
In a day when you don't come across any problems you can be sure that you are travelling in a wrong path- Swami Vivekananda.
If you win you need not explain. But if you lose you should not be there to explain. – Hitler
If we cannot love the person whom we see, how can we love God, whom we cannot see? – Mother Teresa
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give -Sir Winston Churchill
A small body of determined spirits, fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history - Mahatma Gandhi.
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings
If you win you need not explain. But if you lose you should not be there to explain. – Hitler
If we cannot love the person whom we see, how can we love God, whom we cannot see? – Mother Teresa
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give -Sir Winston Churchill
A small body of determined spirits, fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history - Mahatma Gandhi.
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings
A Dream House
'Anidam', the house of Aniyan and Anandam
This house is not merely a brick and mortar structure. The sweat and love are blend into them in building this house. The dream of owning a house in Pondicherry emerged in our minds as we landed here after the wedlock on 23rd August 1973. Like the birds when get the pair think of a nest for laying eggs, we started visualizing a house. Like the male bird taking up the lead in making the nest, I took the role of the architect. My heart and sole had gone into the entire planning and execution of this house. Dreaming all about a house started occupying most of my leisure time. Many contractions and demolitions took place in the mind before the actualization of this long cherished dream. Both of us had mentally and physically devoted to the utmost for the transition of the dream house to a reality. If the male bird had toiled for the making of the house the female bird has been continuously caring her best to keep it spick and span for the last quarter century.
We nested into the house with two smart children on 25th April 1983. The house was filled with love and affection, care and concern, happiness and joy. It was always bubbling with activities. Everyone was busy with reading or writing, cooking or serving, crying or scolding, mocking or laughing, singing or dancing. The atmosphere was always vibrant. Music and laughter over flow the boundaries often. The children grow big and got their wings strong. They flew out to make their living in greener pastures, repeating the history.
The second phase:
The pulsating ambiance in the house vanished into a suffocating silence. The devil started knocking the doors of idle minds for a workshop for him. To prevent its entry we found it necessary to fill the mind space with positive stuff. Thus mind management started occupying greater priority. Yoga, Meditation, Walking, Internet, Orkud, Blog, Sprit and Spiritualism started gaining incremental time slot. Nostalgia of the home village and the people there turned into an obsession. Resuming of making the retirement home at native got into the anvil. The male bird is once again occupied in planning and executing the second dream house. The female bird left alone at times, started talking to the walls and doors, plants and flowers, bids and animals to kill her silence. She is now eagerly waiting for the affectionate calls from her children and looking for the arrival of grandchildren to break her monotony.
We nested into the house with two smart children on 25th April 1983. The house was filled with love and affection, care and concern, happiness and joy. It was always bubbling with activities. Everyone was busy with reading or writing, cooking or serving, crying or scolding, mocking or laughing, singing or dancing. The atmosphere was always vibrant. Music and laughter over flow the boundaries often. The children grow big and got their wings strong. They flew out to make their living in greener pastures, repeating the history.
The second phase:
The pulsating ambiance in the house vanished into a suffocating silence. The devil started knocking the doors of idle minds for a workshop for him. To prevent its entry we found it necessary to fill the mind space with positive stuff. Thus mind management started occupying greater priority. Yoga, Meditation, Walking, Internet, Orkud, Blog, Sprit and Spiritualism started gaining incremental time slot. Nostalgia of the home village and the people there turned into an obsession. Resuming of making the retirement home at native got into the anvil. The male bird is once again occupied in planning and executing the second dream house. The female bird left alone at times, started talking to the walls and doors, plants and flowers, bids and animals to kill her silence. She is now eagerly waiting for the affectionate calls from her children and looking for the arrival of grandchildren to break her monotony.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Learn it from the lizard to practice from the young age
Thilakan the great actor is being honoured
Shri. Thilakan is being honoured for his contribution to Indian cinema for the last 50 years; in the presence of certain luminaries in the film industry and celebrities in other walks of life, on 9th December 2007 at a function organized for that purpose at Chennai. Soni views it through the camera.
Thilakan the great actor is being honoured
ek shaare snow pei..
In pursuit of snow i travel,
but all i see in nothing but gravel,
the softness of ice is what i marvel,
don't know when my dreams would unravel.
WAAAH WAAH WAAH, KYA BAATH HAI...
but all i see in nothing but gravel,
the softness of ice is what i marvel,
don't know when my dreams would unravel.
WAAAH WAAH WAAH, KYA BAATH HAI...
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Lost in woods
A life saving catch
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