A little blog of Stories, Short Stories & Mini Stories -Sadar Moonniyur

Mini Story: The Pain and the Pleasure

2014-05-11T09:07:00.000-07:00

The short-mini story below is dedicated to Ms. Soorya -a cheerful and energetic person; works with Airtel, Cochin.

The last Saturday morning....

I walked to Edapally railway station. It stood still and silent with gigantic trees on both sides. Not much passengers on the platform; only some morning walkers just jogging there. I sat on a cement bench.

The climate was cloudy and little bit hot. The thirsty old rails laid there to infinity waiting for the arrival of a train.

When sat for a while, I felt lonely.

Then, alas! The bitter loneliness crept into my soul like a sluggish snail....

I thought to call my friends.

Called Mr. Sasi - out of range

Then Mr. Rahman - he was busy

Ms. Deepthi: mobile was switched off.

Again, I plunged deeply into the ocean of solitude.....

Thought on Yoga, or to read some inspirational books, but my mind was not ready for it.

Suddenly, I got a surprise call from Mr. Mohanan.

He is a nice friend of me, having a good philosophical outlook and views; keeps a pleasant face always - working at a PHC in Thrissur.

Mohanan told me: "No problem my friend! I can suggest you a special medicine to overcome your loneliness!"

I met him at Thrissur K.S.R.T.C stand -he took me to the Thekkinkad maidan where the legendary Thrissur Pooram celebration was going on...

A world of myth, carnival, fun, entertainment and colors...

Children, women, men, students, professionals, workers - all are there crowded. The spirit was high and extreme.

I came out from my narrow self-inner world and became one with the crowd. Opened my eyes; knew the people's emotions; saw the sacred temple elephants there.

Looked to the eyes of elephants who were adorned with dazzling ornaments. I came nearby, and touched it -I felt I'm not alone!

My loneliness went away... my mind became so light while removed the heavy weight of self thoughts. In an ecstasy of joy, I flied like a bird....

I remembered the words of Great Budha: “To overcome the pain and miseries, come out from your own unwanted desires”

with luv

--Sadar

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Mini Story: Totally Different!

2014-04-20T07:55:00.000-07:00

The mini story below is dedicated to my MLT friend Mr. Rahman Koduvally.

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This sunday evening... it's too hot outside like in a desert land. I'm not going anywhere! Instead, wanted to write 2 mini stories for you all...

An old story:

There lived three close friends in a village. They were child hood friends. When grown up and to earn money, they planned to start a business. so went to a town away from their small village.

In their lodge room, the sincere friends were thinking hard on what to start. At last they decided to open a restaurant.

The first guy said: "We can open a big restaurant so we can attract more customers and hence more money".

The second one suggested like this: "No, we have to start three different hotels. Then, we blame each other. So, people think we're enemies each. Actually we're one! We should look only for profit. When they're unsatisfied with the bad food in one hotel, they will be forced to come to other hotels. But, anyhow, we get all the customers anyway, and we can have good profit".

"Nice idea" the third one agreed...

Three hotels were totally different in shape, served dishes, and even the color of the shops! So poor people thought they are not same and tasted in three different hotels frequently, but always cheated!

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The new story:

The election day, I came to the booth very early in the morning. Found several candidates; different flags, different colors, different ideologies; they're totally different - no similarity at all -sure!!

I voted to my desired candidate....

with luv

----Sadar

2011-08-21T03:30:00.001-07:00

The mini story below is dedicated to Mrs. Zx - an amateur artist and a lover of dreams. She works in Jeddah.

Spiritual journey and a friend...

After a deadly troublesome journey in a red color painted private bus, I reached Aluva railway station.

Now 9: 30 am. I'm in platform no: 3, having coffee sitting on a round bucket chair.

Just after the station, there stood a huge Banyan tree with long hanging roots, as if it touched the sky. The clear blue sky inspired a warm mood in me.

The platform was almost calm and silent; without many passengers. When looked back again into the sky, it gave me a feeling of peace and as if i'm back to Nature from the noisy rusty town streets.

Slowly, the train began to appear like a huge living creature showing its mighty. I love train journey as it always sparked new ideas and dreams in me. We can go back to Nature once again when we cross villages, rivers, farm fields and through woods. I think town life is totally material and taking a train ride is purely a spiritual one.

When train stopped, I was thrilling what new experience this journey would gift me...

Got a window seat. I looked around. There was one gentle man was sitting just opposite of me -

simply dressed, with a bright face & wide forehead.

To break the silence, he asked:

"Are you Mr. .....?"

"Yes": I replied

"Did you do your graduation in the ................ College?": Again his query.

"Yeah..." Surprised I'm

Actually he was my classmate in college. He lives writing - he's become a popular author now.

I remembered his olden days.

He loved to live as a writer, so done diploma in creative writing and took his pen with hope, but no single word he could make.

Next step, he began to read and read. He got books of Shakespeare, William Wordsworth, Sherlock Holmes of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle...

1000 and 1 nights Arabian stories...

Then came to Malayalam novels: 'Bhargahvee Nilayam', 'Khasakinte Ithihasam', 'Adithyanum Radhyaum Mattu Chilarum' .....

Read many magazines, short stories, mini stories...

but no use, except he lost some money only.

Anyhow, he tried again...

He went visiting several places, pilgrim centers -away from towns, towards hill areas, riverside huts..

still his paper remained empty with not any single line on it.

Then he left the plan to be a writer.

"Ok, how you became a popular writer like now?" I couldn’t stop me asking.

His words:

"I left the plan to live as a writer. After some years I got married like any other guy. Just after 3 months of marriage, ideas began to spring up in my mind. Some more months passed. My inner mind became restless and I needed to write.

Almost 1 year after marriage: All my accumulated thoughts burst out and delivered into a book. It has got many readers.

Now my inside is really burning with full of ideas and I can write anything anytime.

The train reached Palakkad station. I've to get down.

I commented: "I never thought married life has a good advantage like this. I've also to get marry"

While rushing towards the busy noisy town again, I was still in the world of spiritual journey with my friend and his enlightening story.

-with luv

2011-03-27T07:48:00.000-07:00

The mini story below is dedicated to Dr. Kesari Menon. He's one beyond a traditional Doctor - I found. Health is a total sum of physical, mental and spiritual well being -he believes. Merely intaking a tablet can't offer a cure. You can visit his site: www.srishakthiayurveda.com

An Enchanting Smile

A Sunday evening...

It was dusty outside. The sky looked pale and dull. The street was noisy and the roads were muddy and dirty.

I noticed fatigue on the face of people. They were emotionless and everyone seemed so much busy and as if sunk in other world.

I searched for a live face in the crowd and wished if I could receive a hearty smile from anyone.

I was very hungry and searching for something to eat. In hotels, everything felt as usual; same drinks, same items. Even the dishes placed on the same spot always on the vessels.

"Biriyani, Fried rice, Chicken, Beef...." The supplier began...
"Tomato rice?" I humbly queried.
"Yeah:" He
"Bring me then... pls hurry" I stressed
But.. when I looked near the cashier spot, really, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Somebody was smiling at me.. It was a sweet and hearty smirk. I looked it again and again enjoying with all my senses.

I felt it, loved it; I was attracted towards him as if a fly towards a flame.
I felt it as a cold rain in the hot desert.

I remembered one incident when I was in Gulf.

I was walking in the hot sun one afternoon. I thought my shirt was burnt with fire. I felt thirsty and became exhausted. But hearing a sweet honey voice singing behind me, I looked back; it was an African street girl, but how enchanting that tone was! I forgot the bitter killing hot waves that time.

I approached the man –who gave me an elaborate smile- near the counter, delighted, and asked him: "Do you know me?"

He told me calmly: "I think you belong to this ward (area), if so, please vote for our candidate, as you know the election is very near"

-vth luv

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2010-12-05T06:43:00.000-08:00

The mini story below is respectfully dedicated to Mr. Rajesh Kumar K.R whom I found a Genuine Service Provider in Custom Software development, Web design & development and SEO services in Cochin Kerala, India. You can visit the website www.dazzlingit.com. for details.

Lonely Tree and a Pretty Bird

There stood a gigantic tree in a lonely area near a dull and dusty mountain rock. It looked so sad and its branches were ugly, dehydrated and it's having no leaves at all. It appeared as if it was in deep grief out of bitter solitude.

Then a bird was seen flying towards it and slowly sat comfortably on one of the branches. Surprisingly with the colorful feathery bird's presence, the branches got stunning greenish.

After a while, that pretty winged bird chirped looking the lonely tree, then the tree became live and thrilling that time.

After, the bird touched the branch with its beautiful beak and the whole tree became magically colorful with full of fragrant flowers.

Even though full flowered, the tree got afraid; it asked: "Do you charge a heavy fee for your service?"

The bird couldn't bear it: "Do you think I'm like a modern university or self financing college?"

2010-09-30T04:07:00.000-07:00

The mini story below is dedicated to Mr. Lathish Shankar (Gonikoppa, Kudaku) who's a story writer and a horror novelist. His latest story "The lady in the moon light" shows how he can explore things microscopically -an ability which an artist should possess. You can go thru his latest work on www.booksie.com/lathish.

Mr. Kutty in ICU

Mr. Maliyakkal Pockerkutty (M. P. Kutty) is taken to ICU of a Multi Speciality Hospital in Kozhikode!

The news shocked me much...

Mr. Pockerkutty is a very rich business man and he has several Cafeteria (tea shop) in Al Qurayyath, Tabuk, and Jeddah (cities of Saudi Arabia). He's a close neighbor to me in Parakkav. (Moonniyur -Malappuram)

He flied to Gulf just after his secondary school studies, he didn't wait for the exam result to come, as he became afraid that it may not be favorable to him.

He got realized soon that he can be successful to a great extend in catering -hotel- Business field.

His calculation was exactly true! Within a few years, he could start a series of tea shops and hotels in the Kingdom.

He's landed here for a 6 months 'Khurooj Aoda' (Re-entry). I met him last week, but he looked very healthy, but how it happened he became hospitalized?

I was thinking and totally confused with the news.

I've a Vodafone with me, so i decided to call his home.

Luckily I got his mom on the other side...

"Hello, Mom, I'm confused, what happened to Kutty?"

"Oh, my son, He was quite well, but he felt dizziness and head ache yesterday"

She told me there was a party at home with a diverse dish items; they served chicken biriyani with mutton special and beaf roasted. River fish fry was the other side dish. Ice cream was the next item, and they concluded at last with a delicious milky drink ('Payasam').

Soon after the intake of all the variety items, he felt bad.

He was taken immediately to a local hospital in Parakkadavu, and when examined him, the Doctor knew that it's only an indigestion problem.

A lemon drink or a Ginger juice will do the cure.

The Doctor asked him: "Where do you work?"

"I'm a businessman in Gulf"

When heard he's Gulf businessman, the Doctor immediately referred him -Mr. Maliyakkal Pocker Kutty - to a Super Specialiy Hospital in Kozhikode.
...........and he's in between a series of expensive medical checkups, NOW.

2010-08-20T23:26:00.000-07:00

The face tells everything...I remembered this fact when i met the popular Malayalam actress Ms. Bhama. A beautiful Malayalam face which reflects a real village beauty and innocence. So humble and elegant in manners. The mini story below is respectfully dedicated to Ms. Bhama and her sister Ms. Reshmi, and brother Mr. Jai.

Flowers and Colors - Onam Memories

When I looked around, that land was so much amazing with variety flowers!

rare colors, real charm! butterflies are dancing, birds are there made of immense beauty.

Who designed upon them? A great Photoshop work!

There was a fence and small bushes there in one corner.. dragon flies are there plenty. I wished to catch them.

A small house stood there with a big mango tree in front. Some children swinging, girls are dancing..a kerala style dance.

Then...some traditional gentlemen and ladies appeared; they serve themselves and having an elaborate lunch with a much variety of dishes..

Wow.. what a surprise! what a colorful sight.. what a bright and happy day?!

"Your time is over:" The girl in the cafe notified me.

"Oh" I stopped viewing the Onam - a famous kerala festival- views on the Net.

I paid the charges.

"Thank you" she told me.

When looked into her eyes for a while, i realized suddenly -those are the same eyes... i peeped into my early childhood days and found there my childhood friend; those nostalgic days, colorful Onam with all family members..

After browsing, I headed towards a snacks bar avoiding the big gutters on the road.

The town was so much congested with muddy and noisy roads. The polluted air gave me a drowsiness. Millions of vehicles disturbed me much...

..... I felt LOST in my enchanting Onam views with a lavish dish online while I'm having a simple burger in the coffee bar with no other side dishes,

..... even though still it's very expensive.

Happy ONAM to all my readers...

--Sadar

2010-07-04T09:50:00.001-07:00

The mini story below is dedicated to Mr. Rahman whom I found very much dedicated to bring ideas and concepts on Design and Graphics. The online Magazine -inStyle keralam which he published recently was an amazing one and presents an entirely new online reading experience.

Positive and Optimistic: An Executive's Tale

I have never seen a person so optimistic like Mr. Rajeev. He is very cheerful and his face always looked bright and brilliant.

He sees everyday so many people who discourages him, somebody laughed at him, and still some others shut their office doors against his face.

One day he visited a Construction Company and the guy there pleaded him: "Could you leave me alone? I'm too much busy".

He was a quite stranger and an alien in every office he visited, and he felt it badly. No one gave him a smiling or an encouraging face.

Even though the things are like this, Mr. Rajeev loved his job of marketing. He could meet different people, visit so many new places. He could feel sun outside and when sunrays embraced his body, he knew it. The other thing he liked was the abundant fresh air he could intake when walking out. The travel mania hidden inside him was another reason he opted this career.

I got that our marketing friend can never be static in an office chair sitting between walls. His dream was always that of birds flying from tree to tree.

He moved from place to place, building to building, office to office without a rest, enjoying different dishes served in various restaurants, out of perfect hunger while working hard in the sun. He believed the physical work should be an inevitable part to make us fit, like in our ancient days.

The executive –Mr. Rajeev is glad and enjoying all he's doing until meets his BOSS in the office, evening. See his field visit report:

June

-23: Visited a chemical company, Boss is out to attend a conference

-24: Tehnical college: No requirement right now

-25: Travel Agency: They've their own wing for any operation

-26: Another company: They'll call us upon requirement.

-27: A Business Avenue: No Sales people allowed.

2010-02-03T01:28:00.000-08:00

The story below is dedicated to Mr. Jaleel (Kunha) - young, energetic and a workholic person but still hides a funny and humorous mind within him. He's a wide reader & a pure vegetarian if a non-veg. diet is not available. Works in Saudi Arabia and after all, my brother in law.

An Artist in the Town

It was a summer day and I was on a journey back to Kozhikode from Thiruvananthapuram (Capital of Kerala). The scenery outside was seductive and the landscape was enchanting with eye-soothing greenish colors everywhere. Whenever the bus getting speedy, my mind was also working faster and rigorously to create new ideas and concepts. I always felt that travelling could bring us more fresh thoughts and feelings.

But, my dreams were suddenly interrupted by a sudden slow down of our vehicle and when looked out, i found there a massive rally of a local Political Party going on. The road was blocked and it might take hours to clear up. My inner mind stopped working and felt bored. I looked around simply.. then noticed the passenger beside me, and began to watch his features 4 a while.

"Hi, if you don't mind, are you an artist? working online, and spending hours surfing in a cafe?" i asked him.

With wonder he replied: "Exactly my brother, but how did u know it?"

I explained my findings to him: "You're a lean and tall fellow with long, end curved nose and a wide forehead, you've thin and long fingers. Your thick beard is not properly cared & you're in a simple dress. You've long hanging hairs also. These signs show that you may be an artist".

"Then how did u come to know that I work online and in a cafe?" He asked.

"That's nothing. There's a significant dark circles under your eyes, due to continuous exposure to Monitor, and your face looks as if it's dehydrated and so gloomy, that means you work somewhere where there is not enough air circulation, so I guessed it may be an Internet cafe. Most cafes here are not properly ventillated -you know:" I told him

"Yeah,it looks amazing! Anyhow It makes me happy chatting with u"

"Ok, I love artists. They live in earth but from Paradise! The pleasure of creation which artist experience; how lovely and divine it is! So tell me your story. How u happened to be here in this town?"

The bus was still not moving and all other passengers were bored much, but for my luck, my fellow passenger's story gave me an incredible fun and a deep insight towards life.

Let me explain it below for you:

When he was in college, he felt the pain and pleasure of doing artworks. His mind was always chatting with him; it gave him tremendous ideas each moment. He couldnt stop drawing and drawing. Attending never-ending lectures going on in the dead class rooms- it was his nightmare!

..the Chemistry lab was so hard for him, he couldn't bear the rotten egg smell of H2S (Hydrogen Sulphide), and 1 day when he was experimenting with H2SO4 (Sulphuric Acid), he accidentally burnt his hands, and couldnt bear the insult from his Professor, infront of others. That was the last day in his college life.

Then he spent his life doing some artworks.. he was just pushing his days without much earning, but he could feel the pleasure and satisfaction out of his beloved work.

Things changed altogether after his marriage. He couldn't manage the family budget at all with his little income. 1 day his wife ordered him: "Dont you think about our kids and their future?! From Salt to Sugar, everything needs money. No vegetables and no land does anyone possess now. Our kids nursery admission require thousands. Do any other work and bring more money to home"

"what kind of job? I know only drawing" He said

"Learn to do any job, Work even as a Porotta (a kind of bread) Maker-no problem! Money is an important factor in these days". She advised.

It's true! He loved to live as an aritst, but will it help him to earn much? He left the house
at that moment. He watched his hands and fingers. God given him the fingers of an artist. How can he work as a Bread Baker? All jobs are sacred, but can one do every type of job?

Then he began to search for a good job several days, but at last found the same job of a Chef in a Hotel. He tried to work there hard and sincerely only for the sake of money. Days passed, but 1 thing became very clear to him, he can't be successful in that job.

God didn't experiment him long, while he was surfing the web on one of his off-days in an Internet Cafe, one of his Facebook friends offered him a good opportunity to work as an online artist.

Now, he's very happy: earns well, he lives in that town, staying nearby a Cafe, deriving much pleasure while performing on his own duty: painting his dreams and wishes on the web. The paycheques arrive regularly to his address.

"So, why don't you buy a laptop?" I asked him

"I don't want to possess anything for myself, I want to be free and free! Ideas spring up only in a relaxed mind where there is no fear of future. The Immense pleasure I obtain myself -it's enough for me. I'm happy my friend"

The road block was cleared out and our driver put the accelerator on again and I told him: "This story I'll write anyhow"

Our bus ran faster than before, and I was thinking how to draw this story for my readers without losing its beauty.

-vth luv

2010-01-04T11:05:00.000-08:00

(The story below is dedicated to Mr. Ameerul Islam Chowdhury (Abbu) from whom I got nothing except pure love. When I was lonely in the desert, it was he who made my days rich with love, care, knowledge and deep philosophical sessions. Those Jeddah days were exciting -really!!)

Our Doctor's Departure

When reached Parappanangadi Railway Station, it was not too late,because the Cochin train which I intended to travel was still 2 hours late.The station was not so crowded: may be because of noon time.

Still I have 2 wait for 1 hour for my train. So I was thinking what 2 do. I wanted 2 have a strong tea and went to a small railway tea stall there. I enjoyed the great taste of tea I had from there, and... began 2 read a Magazine bought from there.

When looked the other platform, I saw our village Doctor there waiting for train and a moderate crowd around him. I was so excited to see him because I know him from my childhood. He's so special that no other Doctors I did notice like him.

He's a modern Allopathic Practitioner but still has many Ayurvedic, Homoeopathic Doctors as his friends! I found many other modern medicine people kept looking away when they're forced to face the alternate medicine doctors.

When he thought he couldnt solve some clinical cases, he did even refer it to Doctors who're may be alternate Practitioners like Nature cure People!

He didn't forget to smile at his patients -especially kids. Our village people got cured even when they felt the touch of him. He was so friendly with them and often discussed even their family issues.

He never asked money from his patients; he'll accept whatever they offered him. Sometimes our village people presented him anything they've if they dont have to pay him a penny.

Unlike other doctors, he lived in a moderate house and drove a simple car (He couldnt live in a luxurious bangalow because he refused to refer the poor patients merely for high commission to High Speciality Medical Business Centers). He believed in the service of people who're in need of his care and treatment.

When I reached the Doctor's nearby, he smiled at me with love. "Are you ok by all means? If not, I'm praying 4 u"

I replied: "Ok Sir, but where're you going leaving us?"

"China,for the higher studies in Medicine"

Eventhough little troubled and sad by his departure, I felt proud of him because our dearest village Doctor is going to China for higher studies and to attain a Specialization degree in Medicine.

2009-12-14T00:11:00.000-08:00

----- a funny story - this is dedicated to my friend Mr. Ibrahim Kutty who's a social activist for small Traders in Kerala.

A Nature Lover

1 day, I decided 2 visit that wonderful place: Kadalundi where river meets sea. It's a marvelous place where birds from different geographical region come 2 enjoy . After a 45' drive of my old Willys Jeep, I reached that calm and tranquil place where sky, sea and land unite together.

But for my wonder, I found there my friend! - a philosopher. He's well known in our area for his intense love towards Nature.

He told me: “if you're getting close to Nature, it'll be closer 2 u more & love u more & more. If you feel the touch of it, it can even heal ur wounded mind.

……….and YOu'll never feel lonely anymore! It’ll be ur true companion forever without demanding u anything!

He became so happy 2 see me there. We watched the clear waters, sitting on a stony & rocky place near the shore.

Gradually he began 2 touch the waves with his legs. I got it that he was trying to be in connection with Nature.

He stated: No need to worry on your life and death if you're in perfect union with Nature. Even if your life ends, you’re returning back to Nature’s lovely embrace. So why worries??

I found he's really enjoying it, and watched the life force's passing through his body radiating an incredible glow.

The sky began cloudy at that time. I showed him the Mighty waves of the ocean approaching us with a roaring sound.

…but when looked aside, I couldn’t find him - my philosopher friend! He was running away fast.

He shouted: "Don't you see the angry waves? May be it's Tsunami again!"

--with Natural luv

2009-11-25T09:09:00.000-08:00

(The mini story below is dedicated again to Ms. Asiya - a Junior Scientist who won the contest posted on this blog earlier.)

MLM - A Dubai Meditation

After a long long time, I met him yesterday in a Malabari cafe in Dubai. He looked smart, more healthy and energetic. His eyes were shining with joy. No black rings under his eyes like b4. He appeared to be so light hearted. 2-3 lines of a famous Hindi song I heard from him.

Sure! He's perfectly tuned well with Nature, enjoying the light, colors, beauty... & everything! I could even feel an Aura around his body.

I asked him: "So u got a better job?"
"No": He

I thought someone helped him to build his dream house, but he told it's still a far dream! His face sad: "I dont think i can make it in the near future".

"So, what's the secret? You have many problems, financial! ... and u r away from ur family. long hours of troublesome work. But even then, u look so happy and joyful?

He served me a glass of orange juice. "Ok, that I will tell you next week".

I was waiting like anything for that day. It was a Friday -my holiday in Dubai. He took me to a big hall where spread a dim light and I saw there several Professionals, high profile people - ALL well dressed and smart looking.

After a while A Leader appeared on the stage who looked like an exact fotocopy of a Super Star. He ordered all of us to close our eyes.....and then we are suggested to imagine that we're all in our newly built dream house (it costs millions) which is in the center of a very beautiful Garden with cute colorful flowers and butterflies.

He asked us: "Which car do u want to drive?"
I answered him it is BMW I wish, but my friend drove Rolls Royce, and each one selected according to his taste.

Then A bold tone suggested us that we're getting continuous income and high revenue from our downlines even when we're relaxing lazily in our garden chairs! Suddenly some spill over came and we're piled up with big bucks & huge money and
we saw that our Bank account has been overflowing with tons of cash!

He (our leader) declared: This is MLM (Multi level marketing)! The golden tool of future to offer you what you wish in your life in this world.

Really, I forgot all my troubles in that river of joy, and took an elaborate bath in it. It made me in an ecstasy when i thought of countless money flowing thru my left and right wings!

Oh! when came out of the Hall, I noticed in the mirror, my face: it's also shining with joy like that of my friend!

See the power of MLM meditation!

(Notes: Malabari - People from Malabar - a part of Kerala (India)

Aura - a field of luminous radiation around a person or object, or reflection of bioenergy level)

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2009-11-19T06:23:00.000-08:00

Hi,
.....Ok, Now...

MLM stands for what?

Answer now so that I can dedicate my next posting 4 u!

Search 4 anything Here - Sadar

2009-11-11T05:36:00.000-08:00

The posting below is dedicated to Mr. Chandra Swami (Sekhar) whom I found reflecting a sense of eternal joy in his eyes derived from a super conscious level out of self knowledge - I think. He works in Dubai

-- A poem born on a bus ride in Dubai

Lost in Dubai:

I'm on a wooden bench in Creek now,
Enjoying the water vessels
Riding like golden swans..

wow! they're made of beauty and charm

...then a wonder bus entered on the waters
after a lazy road ride..

Oh! it's an amphibian

The enchanting colors & lights seemed
They're made out of a dream!

The romantic Arabian music-
is heard then from a nearby cafe
..and the Sheisha smokes relaxed my burning nerves

The gigantic buildings around

Marked -the mighty Technological advancements

My Metro - gave me a fancy ride on the ground
in the air, and hurray! under water!

When I looked behind;-
I love it! the Heritage Village!!
It invited me back to the History

There's everything there 4 u
to clock you back many years!

The village man pouring water in his field

His stony muddy well, a Mighty darkish Ox,

an innocent looking camel

- all those are from Past -really.

Tasted the sweets in a palm leaves hut-

made by those village ladies in the Past

Mini story: A Gandhian in Parakkav

2009-11-03T09:57:00.000-08:00

Hi all...

The posting below is dedicated to my friend Mr. Rejikumar who's a wonderful Artist and Mural Painter working in Dubai. He's a Freelancer

.....that day was bright and colorful. I was very glad and thinking what to do..

Suddenly, i have an idea of visiting that small shop which stood very near to my home.

It's an old shop with unpainted walls, there was no dandy glass doors infront. Some local Political Parties embossed their symbols on its side wall. The bottles which contained sweets attracted many kids in nearby homes. Moms could control their kids pointing to these jars which have colorful chocolates and in different shapes. Village people sat there lazily but worrying about the rising price of common things.

There He sat! He wore no shirt! Only a simple 'Kaili' (A cotton piece instead of Pant for men) and no chappals he used!

I said "Hello" to him, and he became so delighted seeing me after a long time. He: "Oh my son! where u lost in these days?"

Suddenly we became so much engaged discussing about 'Cloud Computing'
- a new trend in IT (Users do not have to setup expensive IT infrastructure or resources, but it can be shared online).

He surprised what a change it would bring in near future, but our ongoing ideas exchange has been interrupted by a small girl who asked him to give her 1 kg tomato.

He told her: "Oh! girl, No I have no stock". (He was lazy to pack it), but she found it inside the shop, & showed him that tomato basket, and he was forced to give her that at last.

I wondered why he's in a small village shop, "Dont u want to work in big Companies?"

He told me, "Hi Sadaru, I love to be near my small hut, drinking pure porridge (rice soup) whenever I want. Fish sellers bring me fresh ones to my home. I can be at the ecstasy of Sun kiss when I'm half naked. I enjoy organic vegetables cultivated in my land".

........at that spot, his youngest daughter came with a bottle of fresh coconut juice! He served me a glass: "See, this is my life!"

--with love

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2009-10-29T09:24:00.000-07:00

(Read a story now, on 'Search Engine and a website': dedicated to Ms. Asiya - She's is a Junior Scientist (Microbiology). I thought Scientists are from Mars, but now I'm assured that Anyone can be a Scientist. hmm.. She won the quiz contest posted earlier on this site.)

When Search Engine crawled...

........ On a rainy day, a site was born in a narrow enclosed room of a web design house. The parents (developers) were so delighted! The naming function (domain name) was over. They made a big Email campaign party.. So many subscribers attended the function.

    But alas! They worried 1 thing! The arrival of Search Engine..They approached a Doctor (Optimizer) to check their baby. He made all checkups: Carefully checked its name (title), body (content), the history of relatives (backlinks).. everything ok.. Parents satisfied. They paid him big fees.

The day arrived! Search Engine began to appear with all its Majesty, a roaring sound, but oh..within a short time...

     the Gigantic thorny wheels crushed up the helpless tiny webpage.

What happened?

      ....Unfortunately, the Optimizer was so busy that day and he couldnt update his knowledge. He didnt know the latest trend in the Algorithm!

--with love

2009-10-26T11:34:00.000-07:00

Hi all,
This post is dedicated to my friend Mr. Nazer - a wonderful guy who's never tired of learning and learning.. He's a Senior Preclinical Analyst and I found he dedicated his life to serve Humanity offering Medical services. He's so young in spirits eventhough he's a Maughum concerning his chronological age.

Inside = Outside

I had an upset stomach a few days ago. I felt no hungry and wanted nothing to do. My mind was always around my stomach, caring it. The world outside became very much gloomy and uncomfortable.

I couldnt think anything or lost the power of imagination. I thought the world around me is an awesome one. But I could got my status back after some techniques. I will tell you that in my next post.

What I learned out of this situation is, the world outside of us is the reflection of our own inner mind. If you're healthy and happy, you can feel outside also so fresh and warm and the world is so beautiful and cute with all colors and flavors.

According to Modern Scientific theories also, this world itself is an absolute reflection of your mind or

THE MIND CREATES THIS WORLD.

If you feel so tideous and having fatigue, you can see nothing do work outside properly. If your mind goes sleepy, you can't feel a world outside.

Waiting for your comments:

bye all --

with love

2009-10-24T07:55:00.000-07:00

hi,
A home is a place where everyone can hang out after a day's work. This is the place where anyone can mould his own dreams freely. There you can have your own secret place to have your own activities.

You will be the happiest person on that day when you conduct your house warming ceremony.

2day me too the happiest one,
because I made a house online -

that is, created my own blog which Google allowed me to do so.

I should be grateful to Google first.
This is the place where I can hangout.

I can draw now, my own ideas and show to others!

When my soul burns out of rare ideas, i can spill it over to this my new place - my blog!

About myself: I'm working (for my bread) in Dubai now.

But when I thought of a blog for myself, i remembered my place -Parakkav where I spent my younger days...
a part of Moonniyur village. Still i can see it in my eyes. The greenish flowery village passage (narrow road) through which I walked to my home. There the two sides were flowery and scenty. Sometimes some cameleons stared at me.

When I reached this spot, I became closer to Nature and felt the love of some Supernatural powers.

For this memory I dedicate my blog to Parakkav and the people of Parakkav.

I will tell you more in my next posts.

----luv

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