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

I fell for her When she twisted her leg Was raining like hell Yet could hear the bell Me, on my knees As she rose in her tees Couldn’t stop my stare Such beauty, so rare So warm and so chic The only one, sick. Pretty woman, She Woke the Man in me. Needle in

Imagine this.. You are holding a bucket full of water and running down the street. What would happen ? … See what these words have done to us. By use of 12 words, human intelligence has re-created a complete scene, based on information we already have. Through their distinct meanings, see what words have brought

Sanjeya is at the cabin door of Dhruthirashtra, the blind King.Just then, Gaandhari walked out of the cabin. Sanjeya mutters, ‘the cup is full’. Duty bound, he has to deliver the live-feed from the War-field.Sanjeya enters the cabin. What you might know of Sanjeya may not be complete, if you do not know that Sanjeya

Here I have attempted to translate the Tamil song, Ennullae ennullae from the movie Valli. Music from Maestro Ilayaraja Written by the Great Vaali Sung by Swarnalatha Every time I hear this song, Im reminded of Babuji Uncle, his guitar and our Spirited jam sessions. This song was close to his heart. I miss him.