Sky bound

Sea of melody

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 20:17:00 +0000

The shimmering waves lashed the sand.
We sat through the night on the shoreline,
trying to spot that distant land.

The melody, the weather, the company fine.
Fine sand slipping through our hands;
we watched the stars, brightly, shine.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/evoo73/ / CC BY 2.0

We joined dots on the canvas,
spot coloured lights on the horizon.
We could never let those sands pass.

The silver we saw at that one glance!
Nothing in the world, will match
the silver on the gray waters' romance.

The shimmering waves and the shiny sparks
and we sat through the night on the sandy shores
as the hunter and his friends watched our backs...

Roses, for the ladies

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 20:28:00 +0000

Working on my next sketch and it is a tad bit more complicated than I'd imagined. In the meantime, I thought I'd experiment a bit with shapes and the result is this -

I'm getting back to work again. :)

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"There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint
a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted."
Henri Matisse

Pencils : Gotham or NY?

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 18:53:00 +0000

It began with the theme we had for our yearly fest at work. The theme was placed around NY Times Square and we were supposed to be the NY cops. This got me started on the current sketch. The picture of everyone's favourite hero was incidental. Nevertheless, I like the way it ended on paper finally. :)

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twenty ten

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:01:00 +0000

It seems like we've just had nine blinks from 2000 and we're here at 2010!

2009 has been a satisfying year : I tried my hand at a lot more sketches and have gotten better. I tried my hand at new kinds of prose (I'm referring to - 'fortress of solitude' and 'the return of the knight'). I redesigned the site myself instead of using an existing template.

Anyway, let me share a few stats of the site - Skybound got a total of 1649 pageloads with around 1.71+ pages/visit in 2009. The most popular posts have been - 'the windmill landscape' and 'the fortress of solitude'. Come 2010, I wish to increase these numbers. I think its a decent enough resolution to make for Skybound's sake :).

Finally, it is now time to usher in the new year with all the celebrations, resolutions, joy and kindness. I wish that each one of you have an year where you better yourselves and bring joy to your family, friends and the rest of the world (too). Thank you folks having been a part of this flight.

I wish you once again - Have a great twenty-ten folks!

Remember to fly high... Get skybound...

Design Redesign

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 20:22:00 +0000

Whew! After a day's long work, my blog redesign is complete. Well almost! There are still a couple of things I need to take care of.I will do so over the coming week.

There were a few reasons for the redesign. One thing for starters - the previous template NiteLife from Blogger-Templates was stunning and I loved it. And it was Skybound's template for almost 2 years. Though it was beautiful I decided to move on to something new, something that I wanted to create on my own.

Photo by: pareeerica

That said, I had a lot of help on the way though and I need to thank :

Stargazer - for letting me reuse his site layout.
Webtreats etc. - for the beautiful background image and beautiful icons (free). Do visit their site.
As you can see the background has both dark and light elements. Displaying text as-is would spoil the font visibility. blog.zurka.us had a way out.
pareeerica's lovely picture in this post.
And You folks, my passengers - for the feedback, inspiration, love.

So, I present to you my new and shiny design! I believe this will give you guys a better experience. In case you notice any issues, chinks in the armour or have suggestions, please feel free to reach me.

Have a nice day!

Pencils : Ever sat in a super car?

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 13:43:00 +0000

This time around, I decided to draw a super car - a F1 car to be precise. The recent F1 2009 race is still fresh in my mind, with Jenson Button winning the Driver's Championship and the Brawn GP winning the Constructor's. As in last year, Interlagos circuit in Brazil again turned out to be the championship decider!

By the way, ever wondered what 'formula' stands for in Formula 1? Well, here is what wikipedia has to say about it:

The "formula" in the name refers to a set of rules to which all participants and cars must comply.

So tell me, what does your speedometer show? :)

P.S. This time I did not have my usual set of tool(s) - MS Paint on Windows. Used Paintbrush on Mac instead.

The Run Through

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 15:38:00 +0000

As I mentioned in my previous post, I present to u a cut-snip, re-edited version of chronicles 1 and 2. Enjoy the read!

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It was a bright day and the daily chores had already begun. Being in the countryside you would wonder if life without so much chaos is even possible. In this calm little village lived a little kid – Shankar.

Shankar was playing by the gate in the courtyard. His amma (mom) brought him some breakfast. He quickly finished it and was ready for some more. This guy could definitely eat a lot! Amma went to the kitchen to get more.

Shankar was preoccupied with swinging on the gate. That was when he saw that his thatha (grandpa) had gotten ready to drop his cousins to the school. He always loved rides on the moped and, as usual, wanted to go along. Since it was already late, thatha decided otherwise. Even before Shankar could retaliate, they had left! Shankar decided that he had to follow them and began running behind the moped. Unfortunately for him, his tiny legs could not match the moped's speed. Even on village roads, the moped could wind its way on the narrow paths pretty fast!

Meanwhile - a herd of sheep and a bullock cart were directly ahead of him. The herd was being taken to a nearby field for grazing. Though Shankar never liked sheep, he was determined to follow the moped. He continued to run in the direction of the moped.

Soon he was completely surrounded by the sheep on either side and he did not like it one bit. The bullock cart was now right in front of him. Making matters worse, the sheep and the cart were both moving slowly. He had, just a second, to make a decision. He decided that the best way to cross to the other side was to go right under the cart and in between the two bulls! And he did exactly that! He ran between the two bulls! For a small guy he was quite a package.

He had finally managed to pass the hurdles that came in along his way. But now it dawned upon him that he was completely lost and the moped was nowhere to be seen! He tried to be brave but was almost in tears. He had forgotten his way back too. He continued walking in a direction which he thought thatha would have taken. He came across a flour mill, on the way, which had a set of huge noisy machines with equally noisy clients. The machines caught his attention. He had always been fascinated by machines. As he watched the machines operate, he momentarily forgot his dilemma!

Amma in the meantime came back with more food and called out Shankar’s name but to no avail. When Shankar never responded even after her calling out for five mins, she told about his absence to his aunt. Both of them began to search for shankar frantically inside the house. When they saw that the gate was open, they decided to check if he had run outside someplace.

A lady in the meantime saw Shankar watching the machines and she picked him up. She started walking away from the flour mill carrying him. Shankar was too confused and was not sure if he had to scream out loudly.

The roadside tea stall guy told amma and atte (aunt) that he had seen a small boy running behind a moped. Both of them immediately guessed that it must have been Shankar. They too set out in the direction as pointed out by the tea stall guy. They could see a lady chatting with someone carrying a kid with her. On reaching a bit closer, they saw that it was Shankar in her arms. Amma was overjoyed. She ran forward and hugged Shankar and kissed him.

Amma and atte learnt later that the lady was Shankar's ajji’s (grandma's) friend. She had recognised Shankar and was on her way to drop him back to his place.

Cut, Cut, Snip, Snip

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 17:12:00 +0000

Yes. You read it right. The cut and snip bug has caught me!

I was reading through some of my older story posts and I realized that they were spewed onto the blog as-is, on-the-fly. I mean, wow! I usually run my writing through at least a couple of iterations of editing (now) and I can safely say that there were absolutely none whatsoever! (then). I have decided to take things into charge and re-edit some of my posts to make them more reader friendly. Good for you *wink*.

First up - I had written Chronicles 1 and Chronicles 2 around 4 to 5 years ago. Just to remind you, this is a story about a little kid Shankar, his journeys and experiences. This was my very first attempt at writing a story. I feel that these 2 posts needed a bit of work. These are going on my drawing board again. Chronicles 3 and 4 stay as is.

Secondly - Many of you wanted me to put up my take on my poems. I plan to do that. You can see if your interpretations matched mine. :).

There, that is it from me for today. Will be posting soon. So here goes!

Have a nice day.

Best,
Suman

P.S. If you have a suggestion, a crib or just want to say a hi, holler back to me. I'm just a mail away. :)

Return of the Knight

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 06:16:00 +0000

The sun's presence was mild. The wind strong. Leaves were sent from their branches on their own journeys. The air made lovely swirls over the lonely land. Peace was disturbed by the howls of the wind. The coarse grain moved from underneath the horse's feet.

The rider eased off the beast...

His cape flew vigorously to his left. The scabbard lay still; but empty. He moved the cape away from himself and moved swiftly to the edge of the cliff. He clenched his fists deliberately. He stood peacefully though. The journey had taken him this far and he had a long way to go. The speech resounded through him as fresh as the morning dew. He had heard it days ago; through different voices. His Father had addressed the kingdom.

Photo by: srtrallybob

His gaze moved to the far reaches of the north-west. He could make out the outline of the fortress - magnificent and calm on the other side. He would reach there by nightfall. Dusk was on them and the moon was reaching out to the gray skies. His steed stood calm in the breeze. As he turned around to start off to his destination, the beast came to him. He quickly climbed on to the back of it. The steed pranced as if it were a sign of accepting its master's command and sped away in the direction of his new destination.

He was returning. Returning back to the Fortress of Solitude

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Pencils : How to draw a ship sailing the high seas?

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 14:26:00 +0000

Ever felt fascinated by the navy and their ships? At least I have. I have always been fascinated about ships - be it the modern ones or the kind shown in "The Pirates of the Carribean". Of course the latter would be a bit tougher to draw!

Ok, so here goes. I present to you - MV LEGEND.

[With four artillery turrets at the front and a few more at the sides. State of the art communications to provide real-time information to the other operators in the sea. A helipad to move people and equipment for any land based missions. MV LEGEND could sail smooth in any kind of waters.]

Note: Going on a war would be injurious to your health.

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May Peace be with you!

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Pencils : How to draw a windmill landscape?

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 15:59:00 +0000

How to draw a windmill landscape you ask? Its simple alright. You can probably take a look at what I've done and I'm sure you can create one of your own. :). Will take you just a few tens of minutes.

Here, take a look:

Thoughts? Good?

The Fortress of Solitude

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 07:38:00 +0000

I want you to experience what I have experienced. I have been a silent witness to the event below. I have stood at the sidelines and have been inspired by the event taking place. I ask you to join me and experience the event as it unfolds...

Gigantic pillars stood on either side of the long hallway. Like poetry on a pleasant day, the canvas of a starry sky filled the ceiling. The faint moonlight from the outside lit the hallway. The fake stars twinkled like diamonds on a newly wed bride. The floor gave away a gentle sliver of silver and the curtains swayed in the breeze. Shadows crept in and out with the whims of the clouds. The silence of the night mixed well with the periodic sounds of the night birds. Nothing could have been more poetic on this moonlit night...

There amidst the twilight, at the end of the hallway, sets of stairs seemed to lose to sameplace sublime. And just between the stairs, on an altar, lay a sword - Raw. Untouched. The light reflecting off the raw blade gave away a divine glow.

Photo by: nostromoo

Disturbed dust shone with His each step. The movement of his hair complemented the majestic walk. His cape danced with the breeze. Unseen eyes seemed to be awed by his presence.

He moved towards the altar. His hand reached out to hold the hilt. His firm grip knew the ways of the sword. He held the hilt against his chest. He knelt down, closed his eyes and bathed in the moment. He seemed to learn the story of what he held in his hand. He rose slowly, moved the sword above his head, and placed it in its rightful place - the scabbard tied to his back. He paused a moment and moved away from the altar. He ascended the stairs next to the altar and halfway through he could see the silver light of the moon partially lighting the steps... He reached the balcony. The balcony oversaw the Kingdom below.

He put his hands on the railings of the balcony and stared away into the sky...

The Trip

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sat, 16 May 2009 17:58:00 +0000

It had been quite a while since Shankar had gone on a long trip. Though the trip to the water pump would not be a long one, it was still better than having to spend the entire afternoon at home. The water pump was situated about a dozen miles away from the village and the only way to access it was to either walk down the narrow path or ride on a two-wheeler.

Shankar sat on the edge of the seat, both in anticipation of the ride and also that there was hardly any extra space on the moped anyway! A water pot, one of those new plastic ones that had hit the market recently, sat in front of him. Shankar's cousin had her arms around two more of the empty water pots. Grandpa sat between the two managing to keep the moped on the narrow path.

Shankar noticed that the queue in front of the government tap had grown. Women in the queue had their heads covered in saris to save themselves from the wrath of the sun and their kids were either playing in the mud or were chasing each other around despite the hot weather. As the moped passed the government tap, the village kids jumped about waving at the moped giving an impression to any random soul that the moped was off on a really important expedition! And an important expedition it was.

The narrow path wound in between the hills. There were temples on top of some of the hills. Shankar made a mental note to ask his cousins to take him to the top of some of the hills. He had been to the top of Basavana gudda, a famous hill temple in those parts, two months ago with his dad and cousins and he had enjoyed home made laddoos (a sweet) in the breeze. The very thought of the sweet made Shankar's mouth water. He suddenly found himself craving for some sweet but he didn't dare open his mouth since he was certain that his Grandpa would not be happy about them making a pitstop just moments after they'd left home. He soon forgot about his craving and began to enjoy the ride. Whenever the moped came across big potholes, Grandpa would slow the moped to a standstill and maneuver it around them.

The moped soon reached the water pump. The water pump was surrounded by trees. The entire place was deserted. Grandpa began to fill water in the water pot and asked Shankar's cousin to cover the pot with a lid once it had been filled. Shankar's cousin took the filled pot and placed it closer to the moped.

The pump was situated between a set of hills on either sides. Because of this unusual geography, it was constantly windy throughout. It was so windy that the lid on the water pot flew away. Shankar chased it down and put it back on its rightful place and then sat over the lid so that it wouldn't fly away again. As he watched his Grandpa and his cousin fill the remaining two pots, he was lost in thought. He had missed an opportunity to get his toy fan. The blades of the toy would rotate in the presence of a breeze. Shankar's mom had bought it for him in a fair during their visit to Mysore.

The moped left for home. This time the pace was even slower with the additional weights of the water pots. It took almost double the time to get back home.

Shankar noticed that the scene in front of the government tap had not changed. The queue, in fact, seemed to have grown a bit longer! He could almost notice the women in the queue eying the water pots on the moped! The moped reached the destination.

Shankar's mom was sitting by the door clearing away the bad seeds from the wheat. She put aside the wheat and came to the moped to help take the water pots inside the house. Shankar jumped from the moped and ran inside to eat some homemade sweet.

[Years later - beautiful, tall, calm wind mills were built over the hills surrounding the waterpump...]

Dear Readers,

A writer's satisfaction lies in the reader's joy. :).

What do you feel about this short story? Holler back to me with your thoughts!

Cheers!
Suman

The Winners Race

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 18:09:00 +0000

Left my abode in a hurry;
to be a winner.
To be the first one;
in the Sun's slim shimmer.

Friends followed on my heels.
With the same hope, of hope
of victory, of successes
awaiting us in the journey therefore...

I braved the wind.
We pushed ahead farther.
Leaving fear, we rushed ahead
with all the speed we could garner...

I could see a million faces,
looking upwards; from across the line.
Amidst their beautiful smiles,
the surroundings and the race felt simply fine.

In a hurry we left our abode,
In smell of victory...
To be the first ones,
To reach our destinations.

Destination reached, we were finally victorious.
True winners. For we were the first.

The first snow flakes - to hit
the little kids' outstretched hands...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomoholga/ / CC BY 2.0

Pencils : Architecture

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 18:06:00 +0000

Always wanted to learn more about architecture.

Not the best yet. But then, I'm getting there. :)

P.S. Please don't ask me what the pyramid is doing in the middle of the city. :D

Pencils : A Push-Cart

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 19:13:00 +0000

trying something a bit more harder...

tools used: paintbrush (in windows) and a mouse of course! :)

Leap Of Faith

rohit7157@gmail.com (Rohit Mohan) — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 17:53:00 +0000

Folks,

There's a new kid in the block and he knows how to mince words. Introducing Rohit as a guest blogger. Enjoy the read!

-Suman
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The delicate twigs lying on the ground snapped under the enormous pressure riding over it. The dry leaves surrounding it were swept off the jungle floor and the swift wind gave a life to the dead leaves as it hovered above the ground for one last time. The Earth woke with a jolt and flexed its hidden energy outwards like the waves from a nuclear bomb radiating from its epicenter, wiping away everything in its path. The magnitude of the earthquake was so intense that it was guaranteed to put the seismograph inventor to shame. Thundershowers, not wanting to be left alone, eagerly joined the other partners in crime and unleashed a torrent of rain which was unheard of.

The marriage of all the forces of nature at their best would have been the greatest spectacle mankind has ever witnessed if anyone lived long enough to pass on the tale to the budding generation.

But nothing….nothing could deter the spirit of the youth whose threshold for challenge was far, far more than what nature could design. He ran and ran, making his own road in the jungle, almost immune to the events surrounding him. His entire body ached and took a beating of a lifetime and the more the minutes passed by, the more he resembled a soldier who was scarred in uncountable battles and ready to take on an entire army with just a spear. The only source of illumination was lightning in the form of irregular flashes to illustrate the ongoing havoc.The overhanging branches hit him like a whip but he brushed them all aside without the slightest of hesitation.

The enormity of his determination to push himself to such an extent puzzled him. He always thought he surrendered to fate in the early stages. But now, a superior power comprising of ambition, toughness and anger instructed every action of his life. He always knew he was different from the others but was unable to recognize his own strengths, his true inner self. For the first time in his life, he realized how strikingly similar he and the Earth were. Born with a fury to challenge the universe but later subdued by external factors, resulting in a massive cooldown condition. The energies, namely fury and passion were bundled up and weighed down by an anchor which slowly pulled it down into the deepest caves of the heart that is commonly termed as “The Core” in the case of the Earth.

The wisemen once rightly said – “You can be the master of man but you cannot be the master of his spirit”. There will be a day when the core will rocket itself upwards and refuse to sink in life again. “That day of my life has come” – he thought to himself as he plunged himself deeper into the jungle.

Up ahead, he noticed the cliff was about to come to an end with a deadly drop of unfathomable depth. The rest of the cliff continued after a separation of several hundreds of feet. The quake seemed to have realized his end was near and followed him at a distance of few inches away to end his death defying race. This sight was more than enough to wipe away the most remote form of hope from the bravest of knights.

With one swift look behind, a smirk formed on his face while he thought “You may have got me in the past, but not anymore”. The sight of the remaining few feet of land exploded the barrels of adrenaline within him and every inch of his body was invaded by the energy source like a dam breaking free and flooding every crack in its path. With a deafening shout that said “COME AND GET ME IF YOU DARE.”, he took his final leap off the cliff...

Shades Of Gray

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 13:14:00 +0000

The rushes of my brushes,
filled the canvas with shades of gray.
The strokes could convey,
what the heart had to say...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/-cavin-/ / CC BY 2.0
So cold, so beautiful,
the dark clouds of the rain...
The silver droplets had just
washed away all of my pain...

I sat there blissful
to complete my work of art...
I had to compete with the rain
to listen to the beats of my heart...

Through the drizzle I continued;
Each rush made the canvas fuller..
I continued with the music the rain played...
The droplets adding to the color...

I sat there on the benches
admiring my work of my art...
Joy of the drizzle fading and
ecstasy the experience had brought...

The sun shone through the clouds
revealing the hidden...
I sat there again,
to pour my thoughts...

The rushes of my brushes
filled the sky with blue...

The day with its blushes
felt completely true...

Pencils : Bicycle

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 19:42:00 +0000

Learning the art of drawing using a mouse and good old paint in windows...

Learnt.

Yay!

The King Of Hearts

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:36:00 +0000

He walked through fields,
through cities far and beyond,
without sword nor shield.
He cared for no wealth nor diamond.

He held inside him no fear,
in the fight of the clubs were none.
None to match him in war,
he walked proud in the sun.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/travis_simon/ / CC BY 2.0

All through strides, spades and shades,
he was the Jack of all trades
and the Master of many...
His charm could easily impress any...

For rich or for poor, for old or young
He remained an old song sung
His victories were beyond battles or wars...
For he was none...

but the King of Hearts...

“In a pack of cards there are kings... but then folks remember... there's only one who can ever be called the king - the King of Hearts.”

Pencils : Shankar

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 18:24:00 +0000

( just when i thought i'll go hit the bed! )

Giving a small break to my writing...

I just had a vision in my head - my idea of Shankar and I decided to pencil it down immediately...

Yup..the story is in the works!

Prospect of an exciting trip

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 17:00:00 +0000

Water had always been a problem in the village. Because of the government guidelines, the local water-board authorities allowed water supply to each village in the taluk for only a couple of hours, that too two days a week. It was more of a routine chore for the people in the village to collect water (in vessels with different shapes and colours!) for the remaining days of the week. For the villagers, this was a way of life...

Though Shankar lived in a joint family, his grandpa usually took up this routine task. He would always go along with his grandpa and stand in the long queues in front of the government tap across the road. He loved the colourful sight! He would look at all the people standing in the queue in front of him and wonder as to why people braved the hot sun for a couple of buckets of water. At least he never had any problems in getting water. Whenever he wanted some, he'd just cry out loud and his mother would get him a nice cup of water, even buttermilk sometimes! He didn't like milk much though...

There was an hand-pump which tapped the underground water, but this was almost 10 Kms from the village. There were hardly any buses to get there and walking there in the burning sun was out of question. To get water from the hand-pump was an expensive proposition and was rarely used by the villagers.

It was the middle of the week. Even at noon, the market was bustling with activity. Shankar had come with his two elder cousins and grandpa to buy the vegetables for the coming week. There were vendors selling water and ice-gola (a type of ice candy which people of all age groups and especially kids relish!). Shankar wanted an ice gola at any cost and threw up a rant till his grandpa gave in. He was half way through eating it when he noticed that a it was melting away. He began to wonder as to how the drops were formed from solid ice. He stopped eating the gola and watched the rest of it melt away!

Shankar returned from the market. His mom told grandpa that there was hardly any water left at home and would not last more than a day. Even the govt supply could not be relied upon. There had been rumours going on in the village that the neighboring villages were receiving water only once in ten days.

Grandpa decided to get water all the way from the hand-pump. He took one of Shankar's cousins and was about to set out on the moped. Shankar loved moped rides and definitely did not want to miss this one. Grandpa was definitely not in a mood to tolerate more bad behaviour from Shankar, so he decided to take Shankar along.

Finally, they got going.

The Chronicles 2

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 18 Aug 2006 19:26:00 +0000

[this is a continuation from chronicles....1]
....shankar was lost completely....he simply couldn't remember as to how he had gotten there...he tried to be brave but was almost in tears...he began walkin in the direction his grandpa had gone sometime ago on the moped....he came across a flour mill n that caught his attention....he began to see the huge machines at work with awe....shankar had always been highly fascinated with machines....he momentarily forgot about his dilemma....

shankars mom in the meantime came back with more breakfast for him and called out his name....she began to worry since there was no response from shankar.....shankar usually never played any pranks....so his absence was worrying....she told about his absence to his aunt....both of them began to search for shankar frantically in the house....but to no avail....

meanwhile a lady picked up shankar n started walkin away carrying him....shankar was too confused and he wasn't sure if he had to scream out loudly....

shankars mom n aunt were now lookin for shankar outside the house....the roadside tea stall guy told them that he had seen a little guy running behind a moped....both shankars mom n aunt immediately guessed that it must have been shankar following his grandpa...they too set out in the direction as pointed out by the tea stall guy....after sometime they could see a lady having a chat with someone carrying a kid with her....when they reached a bit closer.....it was shankar in her arms....shankars mom was overjoyed and went and hugged shankar and kissed him.....

( shankars mom n aunt had learnt from the lady that she was shankars grandma's friend..... she had recognised shankar and was on her way to dropping him back to his place....)

it had been an adventure alright.....but it doesnt end here....!!!

The Gladiator

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 10 Jun 2005 19:08:00 +0000

Riding on our horses,
we swept through the battlefield,
Thinking of the causes
this battle would yield.

With each slash of the blade,
ripping apart the enemy.
Why did the idea fade
that mercy could be shown upon any?

With victory in our sight
It made me wonder
If we were the wrong or the right,
the life we had plundered

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lemsipmatt/ / CC BY-SA 2.0

It dawned upon me bright -
Above the conflicts of the mind
It mattered not, to be wrong or right.
All that had to be left behind.

The battle won, we fight for the war.
A war that takes place not on the field,
but in hearts of the people set afar.
So as to overcome what their minds shield.

The day the war is won
everything would be bright.
Because what we had now done
would be right...

The Chronicles 1

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Wed, 04 May 2005 18:27:00 +0000

Its a bright day...and the daily chores had already begun....that too, to be in the countryside,... u would wonder if life, without so much chaos around u, is even possible...!!.....In this calm little village lived a little kid called shankar.....whats so special about him u would ask...?Well...you'll know soon...

Shankar was just playing by the gate,in the courtyard.... his mom brought him some breakfast.... this guy could definitely eat a lot...he was finished with whatever his mom had brought in no time and wanted some more....So his mom went to the kitchen to get some more....

Shankar was preoccupied with swinging on the gate....when he saw his grandfather had got ready to drop shankar's cousins to the school....Shankar always loved rides on the TVS moped...and as usual wanted to go along with his grandpa and two cousins....since it was already getting late,grandpa decided to give a joyride on the TVS to shankar some other time....Even before shankar could retaliate to his grandpas descision.....they had already left...Shankar began running behind the moped....but unfortunately for him, his tiny legs could'nt match the speed of the moped....even on village roads the moped could travel pretty fast!!

Meanwhile....a herd of sheep and a bullock cart were directly ahead of him.....though he never liked sheep very much...he was determined to follow the moped....but soon the sheep surronded him and he did'nt like it a bit....and also the bullock cart was now right in front of him...to make matters worse the sheep were'nt moving quickly either....he just had a split second to come to a descision....he decided to go right under the bullock cart and inbetween the two bulls(....i think even the bulls would have been surprised by this guys feat...) He had managed to pass the hurdles that came in his way..... but now it dawned to him that he was lost.....
(for more exciting stuff on shankar....pl wait for my future blogs...!)