Insomnia

To fight is to accept the fact that you mind has rage. But there are moments when you are asked to fight without interest or confidence.Upon taking such a fight your mind starts to flicker over the very notion that eludes it of the cult that should have been lived up to. The very reasons for lack of excitement in a lonely life are almost the same. You want to live but you forget counting the days. Predictability is spoiling my time and I want to get back immediately to my text books. Implementation is making me dizzy and haunting me with thoughts that lack sense.

Please let me sleep.

2 Weeks at INFA

Couldn't know that it would make it so tough to
dig deep inside but as the depth decreases ,
things get clearer and clearer.
The range of my visibility may be matched
but the amount of tracks that it creates is
vast and unmanageable.

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 ?"

Raghu Chronicles- Chapter 8 :- The Restoration

Naanu was passing by Poonthi as usual and there was a moment of smile seeing Raghu. Yes, Pooman had decided to take up the family profession of accountancy under Permal. Mani accompanied his younger brother. There was a murmur about Mani and Vandana on the last seat , the one that the old men always occupied.

Their latest news was the death of Vandana and return of Vishwam. As the bus started to fly , Raghu's mind was filling with the city moments , his old office by Richardson & Co, the 90 A bus. "There was no point in my city life. I always wanted to be with my people and my place. Ram mess and room mate was the only thing that really made me feel good. I do not feel bad anymore .""Nammulle Hero , Kandeduppon Naan Nammule Hero"- Mrudulaya was running at a high pitch. The usual thoughts flew as Naanu shouted- "Gaandhaari Amman Kovil , Perumal Accountants and Associates".

With thoughts of eagerness and proudy , Raghu kept forth his right leg from the 32 seater and the bell started to ring at Gandhari Amman Kovil. He felt the glory of Amman shining before his thy eyes. Making strodes towards the office, he prayed- "This time, this place , atleast once please". With the letter from his father signed and a hope of success, Raghu sat at the Cubicle within which his future boss was attending a call . "The deliveries will be soon made, Rishi is making more mistakes and I will soon have him fired. " The pune took the letter and gave it to old Perumal who laughed seeing it and called Raghu inside.

"The son of Ananthasubrahmania Iyer at my office, seems we still have stories to speak . Sit down Raghurama, How is Subbu? Been so long since I met him. Giri, get tea for the young man. I have been thinking of calling Subbu for a job. By the way , how is Seeta and Mani. Tell Mani that I am not angry and he can join back anytime. You had one more brother , didn't you ? "- Perumal said.

"Venkateshwaran , the middle one " - replied Raghu. "Yes , little Venki. What does he do these days?" .

"Mani and Venki are running a chain of stationary shops and some food supplies to the city malls , products like appam , ellurunda , dosa podi etc. " - Raghu spoke . "Does your father still dream of becoming a nalan and priest? "

"When the two words come up , Amma starts to fight and we begin to laugh. None of us have an idea about how dad gets to such thoughts" . "Haha , subbu was always a man of passion. Why dont you start today itself Raghu? . " - Perumal requested.