Broken Times

Hugging his pillow,

with thoughts that refused to happen,

with a freaking feeling that his life making turns,

he closed his eyes paying attention to the firefly that stilled,

sometimes , he never had to live moments that made him feel that he lived it,

another ordinary day just passed away, "have i been of use to anyone who survived this day",

the fat boy with a mole on his right cheek and joint eyebrows and a beautiful nose thought consciously,

years ,days,months, weeks ,centuries, seconds, moments ,lives ,changes,all were happening secretly.

"I was like a Robot , brainwashed in the name of God"

Ajmal Kasabs comments for the day does not bring about any feelings inside me infact , I do not feel anything. The day just passed as if nature and surroundings were commanding me and telling- "You are nothing, its us who decide what the future is and what your life is gonna be?".No person turned to be the one that he wanted to be , but I !. I never wanted to be anything in life but today I am something. The point is , "Nothing is under my control when I am in dire wanting and everything is under my control when I need nothing" . The testing exam passed off while , the battle for SPM has begun . The decision I choose is - "Stay and complete the thaniyavarthana and make the concert worth an aattakkalaasham".Yeah babe, pappas gonna change some rules - "Naan aadi thakathuttu daan , bhajana paaduven".

Finally, my tributes to Jagjit Singh who passed away tonight at the age of 70. Maestro, May your soul rest in peace.

Raghu Chronicles: Chapter 9: -Spoilers of the Strangest Moments

The phone was ringing as Gomathy Ammal shouted - " Sadhaa , Phone edu" . It was an unusual voice - "Amma" , the old man moaned. "What wrong did I do that you ignore me for 30 years?". It is my 55th birthday and I haven't seen you for so long. Are you atleast aware of a son? "Vishwam !". The old lady moaned. "

"Naan enna amma seiven ?" "Am I responsible? You supported dad always and today I stand at a point where I feel my life spoiled" . "Even after wishing to see you , I had to deprive myself out of it"."Swaah.." , the old lady could not speak , she was 85 and there was no day when she never thought of her only son and today when the call came, she could not utter a word. Unable to bare the shame that she just witnessed as there was Sadhaa waiting beside the old lady. All these years of pain and agony, the justification was lacking somewhere .

Sadhaa took the receiver and said- "Wrong Number".

Udumalpet Day

For the first time ,I felt

being part of a well written climax .

The evening clouds made

them more memorable.

But I still wonder,

"Why doesn't anyone cry ?"