A Stage.

A quick decide.

It is a stage

not the virtual

that one of an abstract

a situation rather

one has to plunge

headway with a boldness

reach the bottom

decipher the consequences

resolve the issue

that has now come unknowingly

a right move is essential

bids no looking back

a positive track is on the verge

could be the stage as seen now.

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Want To Know Who I Am? December 1, 2020

Keeping away from view,inside my shellI peek and withdrawmost unassuming. it is been a quiet lifenot much of fanfarea few incidentshere and there, not anyway remarkableI live closeted in a nichewith my books and musicfor company. It is been a delightful experiencegetting not involvedin others affairsfeeling well with myself having enough to take caremy well […]

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Days And Months I Sing November 30, 2020

Thirty days has September April. June and November I sing the lines with felicity the rhyme I learnt in Decemberyears back taught by the facultythose of whom now rest in slumber. One more technique holds sway tapping on the knuckles as if in a playthe months which fall on the high ridgeswill have thirty one days. the rest which come […]

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Diyas November 29, 2020

The earthen oil diyas scrubbed clean, dried in the sun. find their way to the porch. The brass ones washed with tamarind, watch out in the sunlight march imperiously to the entrance. The diyas are filled to the neck with illupa nei . wetting the wicks in the oil, I light the diyas at the stroke of 6 in the evening. The brass ones are on […] […]

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Every Year — A Cyclone November 28, 2020

The days go by, rains brought by cyclones result in inundation. Towns floattrees fall disrupting electricity and traffic. People living in low areas are evacuated hoarded in make shift shelters, Boats ply up and downrescuing those stuck up, the administration works day and night, volunteers do yeoman service, it happens every year, emanates a big hue a cr […]

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Remote Control November 27, 2020

It is remote control that I do.sitting hundred kilometers away I am building a house. It is through seeing pictures as if in a slideshow, portions blink grim in the screen, I receive so many pictures in the course of the day sent by my supervisor. I will be wrong if I blame himas he has no knowledge of construction nor […]

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Significant November 26, 2020

Throwing things off has never been my forteI keep them telling myself they will be use some day, So saying I have a truck loadof unwanted, unused articlescarefully kept in a room, called a treasure house by my sons. Once in a way, I open get them out, dust them place them under the sun for half a day. My helpers have been trained […]

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Five Times Five November 25, 2020

Twenty five is wonderful , your youth is at peak. Right time to startbeing not too young nor too old, With the fortitude and charm in hand. embarking on a career not great as expected a struggle could be thereinadequacy might result in a placement mediocre downhearted one might feel. consolidating will into strength working towards a target, finding […]

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My Brother And I November 24, 2020

With red jeans and pink shirt. a go go glasses .a pony tail dangling I walk into the classroom of my elder brother with my mother. He is not a hardworking chap, lazy and takes life easy, his reports speak of his achievements, mom is worried . His class mates call out to mewhile my brother shoves his face into his hands […]

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Annadhanam November 23, 2020

Kundrakudi, a sleepy town deep down South India,wakes up to the call of the devotees,reverberates with bhakthi during Karthigaidays between mid November and mid December. Lord Muruga, as he is familiarly addressed,reigns supreme atop the hills. Families go up the hills, climbing 200 steps to pray, do archanas conduct abhishekams, The priests do by pour […]

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Namo Narayana November 22, 2020

After months my carpenter walks in.Exhausted and dull, anger writ large on his face. He sits on the steps, groans and calls Gods fraud, dubs religion as fake, Do not believe them anymore, amma. His voice gets choked. I try topacify him but he seems not to hear my words. In every street corner, each junctionone finds a temple in Indian […]

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