An Indian context on how to write obituaries. When Alfred Nobel, a richy-rich man did not die, but the newspapers - out of mistaken identity, published an obituary, Nobel didn't like it the least. He was portrayed as an arms-dealer and death-merchant, which he was. To re-write his obituary (while he was alive), Nobel
-with reference to A Wonderful Morning “I shall be back by Breakfast”, I told my Dad and left home early, much before the sun could wake up and bathe out of the Bay of Bengal. I took a long walk, longest in years, I should say. Sixteen miles from home, precisely, one-way. To find my
Since childhood we have been hearing stories. When it comes from the older people or seniors in hierarchy, it is termed as “gyan” or “knowledge”, and when the direction is reverse, it is mostly termed as “excuse”. All of us suddenly become very creative with stories, especially when tasked. At school or at work, it
How the world has shrunk and fits into the confines of your palm. The nex-gen do not bother about the borders between nations. They are just virtual-reality.
I am a nobody I am what you make of me. Same with anybody In this, we aren’t different, are we. It’s so foolhardy To pass views on everyone we see. We believe everybody give-in to what they think we might be. Each member around Seem to know about you. They go overboard To know
We are binging bytes on social media and throwing in it garbage on religion, politics, health, diets, what not. We forget that we are accountable to the next generation. We are crippling the future with disease. It is called Intellectual Diarrhea.
ஞாயிறும் மலர பொழுதும் புலர உறக்கம் தளர மயங்கி களித்தேன் ! பதினெண்கீழ் நாடியும் அத்துணை நரம்பும் சில்லென சிலிர்க்க, அறைந்ததே தண்ணீர் ! உடன்பிறந்த மக்களும் சமவயது சகாக்களும் இமைவீங்கித் தூங்க, எனக்கு மட்டும் இன்செயல்! நானும் விடுவானேன் இந்நாளில் எழுவானேன் தரையொற்றி தவழ்ந்தேன் பாசாங்கில் – உறங்கியபடி ! வெளிறிப்போகும் படி நீராலே இன்னுமொரு அடி விடுவதாயில்லை என் சனி ஞாயிறும் தொடரும் பணி ! நானும் சற்று வியந்தேன் கருவெண்மையிலும் சிவந்தேன் அழகாய்த்தான்
Stretching while still asleep It’s a Sunday Morning By a splash of water I woke up without a warning. … My off-springs, friends and cousins Living elsewhere enjoy On a day meant to doze I am not spared that joy. … I held myself aground Still pretending to be asleep Yet, no stop to my
“I am because of you”, Tells the word in Zulu. From this I’m taking my cue, Sharing a thought, no, few. Quantum physics, none knew, Before getting to space, time flew. Thinkin of what do I do ? Wasted Life, to know whats True. You are the reason, but subdue, For my Being, I cant
