Into the world of Creative Writing

An attempt to revive back memories with an multimedia post (i.e with pictures) :D Having given the day off at the office, million thanks to TNEB for a full day power shut, I started to the station pretty early than required and managed to reach for the train well within the time. The excitement of this trip started as soon as we boarded the train as the travelling ticket examiner (fondly referred to as the TTR) came along with a person from the flying squad to check our identity proof. To have been the only person in the lot with the laminated ID proof than the original one, my friends made me sit in between to dodge the checker. The checking was done but the way my fellow passengers reacted once my ID proof was accepted, gave me more shock than anything that moment and I became more than sure that I was going to be pushed out of the train as they winked at me, shaked their heads towards me in acknowledgment of the fact that I had ...

Wondering.. There is a group who cares 'nil' and stands up for comedy. They don't mind what others' mind. Living the moment rather than trying to live it. Loud is their way! I like to be this way.. But then, the other side also looks patch. . Silent, thoughtful, patience - its their mantra. Smile at right times, do duty when required and more than anything.. understanding that life has nothing. Calm is their way! This also seems to be the best way to live.. Where to fit in? is there a perfect way to live? Perfection is a mere presumption of mankind.. Be the one you want to be is a brief thought.. as the second moment .. I hear life is nothing. One may feel this constant switch over as instability.. but I think this is "insta ability" ..  agile upon changes around oneself.. and within oneself.. Every man is loud and calm.. There's no one way to be.. there's no permanence in here nor in anything.. Akbar asked Birbal : tell me one ...

 A well crafted masterpiece always takes time and so are my posts.. Each, a masterpiece by itself...lolzz.. In the long duration of my exams, interviews and getting accustomed to the new office (looks like have taken too much time.. almost 2 yrs since my last post) I lost touch with one good thing that I loved doing.. writing.. Yet, there was something that has remained same through the years and this article is dedicated to them.. who stood by me through my tantrums... Paatu   ezhudha   ninaithen , Varigal  thondravillai .    Ethai   endru   kettal ,    Porungal ! Naan solla  maatean .. Alaigal  kuda  ooyalam ,  Aval   pechu   oyadhu . Muthu   kooda   udhiralam , Avan   kural   ketkadhu .   yaar  endru   kettal ,    porungal ! Naan kura  maaten .. Vaan   alavil   uyarthan ,  avan Velirtha   megam ...