The Flaws

Flaws. All of us share. Some flaunt but I do not.
Thorns. All of us dare. Which I am made of.
Cruel you may also think. I too once said it was.
I cried knowing nothing but hate. Never had enough​.

Thorns, only that I hailed, missing the wild aura,
that hung heavy in the air, I never really cared,
‘Cause the curse of the thorn weighed me down,
Not many see the flaws, I’m at peace with them.

Not many see my flaws, they’re lost in the lies,
Scents that they call​, they say they are mine,
Which I know is a lie, ’cause I’m just a plant,
with more thorns and that, I hide.

“No”, she said as I looked into her eyes,
I feared my thorns would prick her heart,
“I’ll spill my own and be yours”, she said,
Love. Blood red draped love. And Thorns.

We stood beyond time, love it is called,
Petals and thorns, prick all hearts, 
Bleeds desire like she spelt them loud,
Never since then I had to hide my flaws.


White in Blue: A Love Story – Part 2

A metro city has got to be one of the most exciting places to live in. Hearing the hustle and bustle happening out side of one’s house, seems to give a great dose of wisdom, Reminding us that we are not alone and there are others out there working much more harder than you.

There has to be so many pros than cons in living in a metro,of which, 3 things tops the list.

1. Entertainment
2. Convenience, and
3. People.

Being able to go out and have a good time at any place of one’s choice. Reach your destination by many means of convenience. And the possibility to meet a random stranger who could be whatever you want them to be. These are few of the greatest perks of living in a metro.

And to contrast all metro cities, here is Bengaluru, the IT capital of India, A.K.A. the former IT capital of India. To score the pros, Entertainment is in abundance, but definitely limiting to Cinemas and pubs. Don’t agree? But that’s what Sheethal says to her friends over phone, she gladly advises them to choose any bigger city, but Bengaluru. Sheethal has spent 3 years and 5 months in Bengaluru, not counting her frequent on-site official trips. She loves the weather, though. While her friends are a lot into socializing, nightlife and partying, Sheethal always preferred to stay home. Only in her rented 2BHK apartment in the 1st floor,could she find peace. This gives us a context that most young women prefer to spend their after hours in seclusion in their own nests and, this is why Bengaluru evenings are losing it’s charm. But by all means, Bengaluru is the most praised city in India.

Most praised? Yes, until that evening, which turned all the faces weary and tired, put the city’s soul in shame and showed us how worst Bengaluru can become in a few hours time.

Sheethal was ready for her dinner date with a prospective person whose last name she was expected to acquire. It was kind of strange for her, to meet a random person and discuss things that involves love, sex and world tour. But she was determined to keep the date short and precise to the point of marriage, just like how she had practiced with her mirror last night.

When she stepped out of her home, the scent of jasmine from the neighborhood garden hung heavy in the air. Though it was her usual neighbourhood, she had never witnessed evenings like these at home. Blame TCS for that . As she rushed to the stairs, she witnessed how the evening skies were prepared for the twilight show. She stood there for a moment, inhaled without taking the eyes off the skies and exhaled, expressing a lost thought or memory that was deep within and smiled down at her in a reassuring way.

She managed to get a cab, that was to reach the destination at the right time, not too early and not too late. Her phone rang. “Have you started? Varun is already there.” her father told, she took a while to reply, her thoughts started to wander with a hint of the name. “Varun?” she replied, “Oh the guys name’s Varun?”, she took a moment to smile, this time with a gleam of light in her eyes, “I’m on my way appa, hope the traffic is not making me late”. “Seri ma.. reach there and call us!”, her father ended the call.

She managed to reach the mall at the busiest hour. She was excited, is a mere word to explain a woman who is en route to meet her prospective husband, she was thrilled and confused over the same time, what if the guy looks ugly? what if he is too cute? is this the thing that the whole universe conspired to make me get it? or what if it doesn’t work out? Should I say a No? Can looks be really deceptive? Shouldn’t I be wearing a palazzo today? Should I go for a Cappucino? What questions would he ask me? The questions in her head are endless. As the elevator approached the 5th floor, she could feel her heart banging from inside. She never thought it’d be that easy to spot him. “Hey hi.. you okay?” asked a man, stern and bold, in an English accent, his ‘you okay’ sounds like UK, to second the tone, he was in a blue jean and a black polo tee, with a backpack! Standing taller than her, closer to her than she expected. His voice had already turned her on if not for his eyes, which was brown and his thick brows. Before she could reply “Hi I’m Varun. You should be Sheethal?”, “Yes I am and..” before she could finish, he spoke again, “I tried calling you, You could have stayed home tonight, there’s a lot of panic happening all over the city” Sheethal just stood there looking bewitched with her eyes open wide, “Why? Sorry i didn’t notice your.. No, No,No.. i didnt get any calls.. and.. Whats happening everywhere?”, she slowly turned around to notice that everyone in the floor were in a hurried frenzy. “OK let me explain while I escort you home safely”, said Varun, leading her to the emergency stairs. For a moment Sheethal thought he was playing a prank. But the way people in the mall looked and how hurried they were to get into the elevator made her feel like it was a well orchestrated prank, except it was not. Varun didn’t speak a word and suddenly, “Hope you don’t mind if I..” he didn’t wait for her to respond and clasped her hands firmly and looked into her eyes, giving that everything-is-fine-while-I-am-with-you look. He rammed to the stairs, only to notice they were not alone and there was going to be so much suffocation. Sheethal was real scared to see that, she hugged his arms off guard and pretended to be fine. Not anyone in the entire place was ready for that day, few people were shouting “Fire!! Run!! Fire”, which had changed the entire situation out of control. The crowd was hard, even the regular BMTC commuters couldn’t take it, there were more unpleasant screams from the floors below, which gave everyone a bitterness. “Do not worry Sheethal, I’m with you” said Varun, only to notice Sheethal’s eyes were welled up and her lips were shivering in fear. Varun, never in his wildest dreams expected a date to turn out like this. He pulled Sheethal closer to him and hugged her around the shoulders and whispered in her ears “Varun’s here. No fear”. Why would he say it, may be he thought that would be a punchline that could make her feel better, except that she wasn’t giving attention to his words.

After a long hustle, they managed to get to the exit. Varun set her lose and she looked haunted, her hair looked much different, her eyes still puzzled. “Okay we’re now getting a cab or auto or what ever that takes us from here to Pandit colony” said Varun.

“How do you know where I live?”
Oh woman and their questions!
“Like how I know this would happen!” he said, pointing to the screaming crowd trying to exit the shopping mall, “..your father told me.” he added.

“Has he spoken to you?”,
“Yes, and we’ll talk all about it later when we reach your house.
“My house? why would I..”
Varun yet again pulled her arms close, this time with no courtesy or hesitation and crossed the road, in that place in the middle of the road Sheethal witnessed the dark skies looking angry upon the city, no one has ever witnessed Bengaluru City  like that day.

“Hey wait.. But why would I take you to my..”
Varun managed to stop an empty autorickshaw who was trying to flee the place and pushed her inside, this time gently, though.
“Whitefields Pandit Colony 7th cross hogbeku, bega karkond hogira.. Please”, said varun pleaded to the auto while holding Sheethal’s arms firmly, “8th cross” she interrupts and frees herself from the strong clutch of his hands, while she hasn’t just noticed how long they are, she now also knows how strong they really are.

“aena nadathura? Aena problems?” she asks the automan.

“Kaveri vishayke yella kadde galate naditadde, karnatakada kelawo political party ya karyakartakaro TN gadigalana date madtadare.. Ivatu paristiti tumba ketogidde” said the automan without taking his eyes of the roads. Before she could explain herself what that all meant, Varun hugged her close and whispered “It’s all going to be fine..”.

Quicker than they expected, they were there in Pandit colony. Everyone in her apartment were busy getting something done, TN vehicle owners were covering their cars and removing number boards, “You better stock your place with all things and groceries, we’ll never know what brings us tomorrow” said Varun, “I’ll get you some stuff from the stores near, you go up to the house and wait for me, okay?”, he said coming to a stop. Sheethal had no choice, “Okay.. but are you.. to my place?”. Varun took off before he could hear her.

What happened that night with Varun and Sheethal? Is he not going back to his place? Are they staying over? Oh.. you should wait to know more of it.

To be Continued.. Read more at White in Blue: A Love Story – Part 3.

To read part 1:

White in Blue: A Love Story – Part 1

Planet Earth. No place else, but the Legendary Earth. Everything and everyone we know of , thought of and dreamt of, is produced by this Planet Earth. But exactly how it even co-exists in this vast universe surrounded by really quite very big planets remain one of biggest unsolved mysteries.

Talking on Earth. The only planet with Magnificent mountains, evasive oceans, deadly tides, valley of storms, vast deserts and unmerciful weather. Air, water, fire and earth that spreads itself North, East, West and South. Tall and wide woods, dark and green, weeds and herbs, animals that feed on, cows, deer and giraffes, tigers and carnivores, giant elephants, steadfast horses, birds that fly above all, whales that dive deep, and cats and dogs that live at ease. Snakes that crawl, flowers that bloom, grasses to graze on. Planet Earth has got everything every species will ever need to survive.

And then there are Humans. We, the humans. Intelligent amongst all. The one species that could rule them all. We ruled the world. We built homes, castles, and beautiful architectural marvels. We spoke poetry, philosophy and naval wars. We dined and wined to kill and betray each other. We raped, murdered, loved and cared each other. We Humans, through time, have been gatherers, hunters, kings, priests, messiahs and gods. Of all the things we ever invented, the practice of Marriage is considered the subject of this story.

Sheetal, 26, and I the author must say she’s truly gorgeous, IT professional, lives with her friends in Bangalore, India.

Varun, 28, IT professional, MBA from Singapore, living in Bangalore. Desperately looking for a young, fun loving, adventurous and gorgeous woman to marry.

Legend has it that, Sheetal and Varun are in love for a couple of years. But the author must insist they are not in love. And have not met each other until that day.

Sheetal had to leave office a little earlier to cut chase the Whitefields traffic. She’s had a busy week and to toss it up, no cab wants to pick her from ITPL to her place. So she had to take a Volvo that actually is much convenient, but, for her, not as convincing as a taxi. Women! Can’t defy their choices! But that day, Sheetal decided to take a thought enriched ride, where she can relive her entire memories and still take another hour to reach her place. But that wasn’t another ordinary evening. She has an important schedule to catch up. She’s probably worried on what to wear for the occasion. By the author’s suggestions, she looks her best in any given costume, oh the fact that she’s tall makes her impossible to miss. She really doesn’t know how beautiful she is, may be she haven’t given any guy a chance to tell her that. And may be the few who told her haven’t meant a word they have said. She’s a lady laden to words, loves and appreciates poetry and will fall only for a man not less than her lust for art. A man who could spell her name like a poetry and never takes his eyes off her when she speaks to him.

That evening she hopes to meet such a person. Does she want him tall, built or rich? She doesn’t know. She just waits for the evening to unveil. This certainly is not a blind date or a tinder date, just a dinner date arranged by her parents back there from Chennai to make her meet a person she would say yes to.

Sheetal’s father a retired Professor, has been everyone’s  favorite professor in his days. As a father, his care for Sheetal cannot be put in words. He loves his only daughter like a treasure and wants only the best of the best for his beloved daughter. It was through one of his students he came to know of an eligible groom for her. He took 3 months to convince her to meet him, just to meet him once. “If not now the horoscope predicts her marriage will further delay for 5 years!!. We don’t want that to happen, her marriage should happen in a year’s time”, threatened Sheetal’s mother, for whom she just can’t refuse.

Sheetal managed to reach home, freshened, dressed up in the author’s favorite polka dotted white in blue kurthi with a blue jean. All set to meet Mr.Varun in Phoenix mall’s food court at 7.30pm.

to be continued… (End of Part 1/Part 4).



We are building walls
Tall and strong like the Great Long Walls
We never care when the winter falls
nor we mind why the river hauls

We are building walls
to hide our agony and smuggle thy louse
without a shame and without a pity
we keep building walls

To know what gnaws at thy mind
the sounds of the knocks that grind
we sit and despair what’s spoken at our hind
to that we shut ourselves into the blind

We keep building building dear walls
With more pride and selfdom brawls
Never hearing a brick or boulders
that crawls through our lone shoulders

We are building walls
Tamed with defeat we build docile walls
Pained with woe and denied of love
We keep building high walls

Cinderella Shoes

Beautiful, or if that title be
Too weak, for her be-witching you see,
Gimme a name that more f’king suits,
un’then let me call thee, Crystal shoes!

A pair of shoulders strong and wide,
Arms long dangling by the side,
Long petticoats to hide the feet,
A load of perfume sick’ning sweet.

Bare ears on either side the head,
Tinted with bright vermilion red,
Cuddles the spin by her eyes,
To shame the blush of twilight skies.

Such is her beauty, a treasure I’d loot,
I set to seek the slender, tender foot,
To try it on every damsel I meet,
to fit this shoe, Oh, I started hating feet!

Roses are Red – Baby when you come

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Roy G. Biv.”

Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Cacti are thorny
Girl you make me..

Dress you up in orange
I’m gonna peel you dry
Juicy and sour
Stop not until you cry

You know? Bananas are yellow
Girl you could tickle them low
Ohh they’re not beans
Don’t chew them like greens

Winds and rains
Come and go
and baby when you cum
I go windigo

This is definitely not one such poem I would want everyone to read, but just thought I could spill some dirty trick in the words. Hope you like the poem. Here’s more such interesting blogs I find interesting for today’s prompt: Roy G. Biv

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Book Review: Only for you

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Four Stars.”
Write a review of your life — or the life of someone close to you — as if it were a movie or a book.

If “Only for you” by Navaneedha Krishnan were not so remarkably well written I do not believe anyone would be able to summon up the courage to finish this book. As it is, you probably won’t put it down until you read the last lines and just sit there, smile, thinking and wondering how beautiful it is to live the life of the protagonist in the story. The author narrates the book in first person, the story is of a young man, Naveen Haldorai, who works hard to launch his dream career in entertainment industry and later gives up his dream job and his fast ascending career possibility to choose a life in entrepreneurship, which is filled with laps of uncertainty—all in pursuit for her, the girl of his dreams, his lady love, who empowers him in his brave ride.

Unlike the hot selling bollywood like love story novels, this book makes a bash of difference in content. This story spotlights how mainstream are the choices young Indians have, when it comes to career or profession and how an offbeat career (like here in the story the protagonist is an RJ) is challenged. It also speaks the entrepreneurial challenges the protagonist here or any motivated Indian will face when it comes trying their hand in entrepreneurship. SPOILER: The author does take the readers through a crash course on how to read and understand a Balance sheet, all set as a theme in the story.

When the book opens, the narrator is all set in queue to make his first air travel, a cross country flight in which he meets the dashing and fabulous Miss Diya, with whom he shares his story. Written with a profound sense of comedy, the author doesn’t fail to tickle our senses with the wittily phrased words and dialogues. The author has also deliberately provoked a doubt with his readers, to make them believe this is no work of fiction, but a closely recorded biography of a true story. The narratives, the setting that leads to the theme are well placed to record the protagonist’s life for over a decade. The book travels with the RJ-turned-Entrepreneur, narrator, through his first kiss, his first motor-bike, his first lesson in business, his first successful business deal and much more lessons that just looks like its been extended from a management school syllabii, the magic is its been imposed naturally into the story and interestingly fits the genre the author has tried to master.

Naveen’s life moves between present and past tense with no respect for linear time. As a result, everything is happening now, or again, or in the future. The overall theme of the book simply puts to fact that, the lovely moments in life are well wrapped that we, the readers A.K.A. humans, could easily miss to witness it, if we don’t live our lives at the very moments.

“Only for you” does not have an awkward sentence, phrase or word. It reads with the grace that only a very skilled writer can summon. Not surprisingly, Navaneedha Krishnan is a well-regarded poet. We have the highest regard for his as a novelist. By all means, read this book.

If you’re impatient to get your hands on the copy of this book, here’s a quick freebie from the author, Read the first episode of “Only for you” here:

The Score: 4/5 STARS. I would’ve given this book an easy 5, if its not for the fiction that went through the making of this fiction!

Four Stars For more on this challenge, check these posts

  1. i see i see said meFour Stars is not Enough !
  2. Naveen writesBook Review: Only for you
  3. Life is greatLove and War
  4. Anton’s IdeasNOT ANOTHER!
  5. The Turning PointThe Search
  6. Real Life: UnscriptedJust Underneath
  7. Flowers and BreezesFive Stars
  8. i see i see said meUnmentionables
  9. Now and ForeverThe Nearly Man
  10. shameSunday
  11. shameYou are here
  12. A Simple LifeTemporary Home
  13. Geek Ergo SumMy Life : Review, or Four Stars
  14. LöwlandFour Stars – Why Not Five?
  15. lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-BrownThe Long Road–Four Landays (NaPoWriMo day 19)
  16. thelonerose**** Four Stars
  17. The Cat ChroniclesDaily Feline Prompt: My Feline Life
  18. I’m a Writer, Yes I AmLove Story: Opening
  19. The Essence Of Being MelancholyDaily Prompt – Four Stars
  20. A lot from Lydia“A Lot of Sweat” 
  21. The Undaunted Blue Madness Of My LifeFOUR STARRED REVIEW
  22. All About Being HumanThe Loss
  23. Sloggerhumps Thomas Summers: Writing with Some Ink and a Hammer
  24. Chronicles of an Anglo SwissPhotos and Stories behind them – The cemetery, Feldbrunnen
  25. Random Brain MusingsCould we get a rewrite?
  26. sudhasarathi61i know the truth but will defy willingly and knowingly
  28. unbolta Doll
  29. From Balderdash To Epiphany.Not So Sober Tale
  30. Vexing PointFour Stars
  31. Cancer Isn’t PinkEddie and the Horses
  32. Web DesignerFour Stars
  33. huntprayerpoemsFour Stars
  34. Kari Silva PhotographyFour Stars (Life) — My daughter!
  35. Don’t read this blog….if you hate laughter.Review of “A Life So Far” (a writing exercise)
  36. A VERY STRANGE PLACEDaily Riffed 3: It’s A Thankless Job, But Apparently I Have To Do It
  37. The Nameless OneBlossom of Life
  38. life n me!Four Stars
  39. 2013 Weekly Photo Challenge BlogWeekly Photo Challenge Home Made Flower
  40. Stuck On Zero★★★★
  41. Running with RealityDaily prompt Four Stars: It’s (not always) a wonderful life
  42. Not The Sword But The PenSpiritual Itinerary of a Aspiring Missionary
  43. Dear Friend,I wrote myself a letter..
  44. calliopes lyreI Will Not Break
  45. mannalexandraFour Stars
  46. my sketchbook pagesFour Stars: Two Anniversaries, One Christening & Open Studios.
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  55. Life, Love, and the Pursuit of HappinessYeah, We All Just Wanna Be Legendary
  56. 2 times pinkchronology of the heart
  57. Anything GoesThe Will To Live
  58. Life As I Know ItLife In Review
  59. the Green and White pagesNot just four stars….
  60. family photos food & craft6|6 Four Stars
  61. Review of The Great, Wide World Part 1 |
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  63. The corner of my imaginationFour Stars
  64. Under the Monkey TreeFour Stars
  65. The RiderFour Stars, lets make that 4.12432 stars (Daily Prompt)
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  68. suzie81’s BlogFour Stars
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  75. Khana’s WebFour Stars: A Celebration of Life
  76. Journey Called Life …The FIVE STAR Life
  77. Hasta Que mi Corazón Explote…Unwavering Life
  78. Standing Ovation, SeatedTHE ONLY LIFE YOU EVER GONNA GET
  79. One Starving ActivistStars
  80. Books, Music and Movies : my best friendsFour Stars
  81. SERENDIPITYFour Stars — Remembering the Garry Armstrong Show
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  83. Chronicles of an Anglo SwissFour Stars
  84. MindBlurSomething a few times, & we expect it to be the norm!
  85. The Educated IlliteratesFour Stars
  86. simplylifestufflife
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  88. Vivir, que no es pocoAn unfinished storie
  89. Random Encounters of an Inquisitive MindMy life as a movie
  90. It’s a wonderful F’N lifeAdventures of Narcolepsy Boy and Wolf Girl
  91. The Blogging PathFour Stars
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  95. Prayers and PromisesRescued and Changed
  96. Tony’s TextsLife Unexamined
  97. The Jittery GoatA Summer with Kenton Lewis: A Review of His Book
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  100. charlottesville winterorange robes flying on a tuesday
  101. Mama Bear MusingsFour Stars
  102. Daily Prompt: Four StarsA Day with the Seven Year Old Nephew
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  105. Geek Ergo SumA review : The Life of Me
  106. Ramisa the Authoress7-Day Music Blogging Challenge
  107. Forbidden… but allowed on a case-by-case basis |
  108. Clips & SnippetsReview: “One Beleaguered Life”


For every action there is

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Karma Chameleon.”


This world’s a sphere; What goes away comes back here.

Its not really easy to decide what you leave behind
For whatever you leave there is and there will be a
consequence attached. Karma, to call it right.

So to be in detail, with all my research done in the past hour,
Karma is a meta data.

It strings up with every thing we do, we say and what we intent to do.
Karma is a witch.

Be grateful
Act with love
Check your motives
Watch your attitude
and forgive.

The most powerful tool I’ve got

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Powerful Suggestion.”

Here we are. Bruised and broken in the 21st century. While the Earth’s history is pushing back itself 700,000 years older than the oldest known date, in which we claimed that Homo-sapiens, we, Humans started using tools. (Yeah, Tools. Google Kenyan Exploration!)

Tools as such are mere instruments, in more words, they’re simpler machines, made to make work easy or better or much better than those works that could have achieved without tools. But still why those australopithecines would love to use those fashioned stone tools in such, such early days dating 3.3 million years ago from today is the question that doesn’t fail to baffle us all.

They probably were working to create something that will leave the rest of the Australopithecine life move towards evolution quicker and better by carefully analysed strategies with the help of right Tools to make sure they do not end up like the other humans in their parallel universe did.

Yeah, this planet is as old as the youngest star in this universe, isn’t it? So summing up with all that the time has done, it has rewarded the bravest, paved way for the fittest, crucified the finest, exiled the greatest. The time has always had its own turns. With time we always had lessons to learn from, either we grasp the lessons by our own or listen to the other person who had his/her lessons, is the choice we have.

‘You should always remember to..’, ‘Never ever never ever ever ever do that/these..’ are the typical phrases I use while I pull up myself to deliver an advice or a powerful suggestion to someone who is welcoming to hear from me. Sometimes I give out aggresive suggestions too, to make sure I sound what I mean, or to mean what I sound.

In the entiriry of human race, the ancestors had always left the descendents with worth while suggestions in all different genres of life has always left suggestion for the other people to follow, but one has to always experience things themselves before they think it would’ve been better if they could’ve heard it from someone who knew it much better. Every tradition and culture has deciphered those suggestions right and has succesfully passed on those insightful wisdom for centuries together.

Of all that the world has passed on to me, the strong and the wisest suggestion i have ever received is,

Spend wisely!

Spending wisely can be more better debriefed in my native language Tamil/Tamizh. Here we classify spending into two types, செலவாக்கள் and செலவழித்தல். The former one suggests of spending constructively on useful purposes and the latter suggests on spending unwisely on destructive purpose (unnecessary spends). I wish you were a Tamil or you know the language Tamil to understand how beautifully these words have coined to convey the message. They enroll the purpose of the spend to categorize the habit of spenidng.

With this advice, I always self assess myself everytime I take my wallet to pay something. I ask myself, ‘Am I spending it wisely?’, ‘Is this thing absolutely necessary to spend for?’, ‘Am I spending excessively?’ and more such. This makes sure I save enough money and gain control over the financial necessities.

This piece of wonderful and powerful advice, a tool that I can put to use for the rest of my life and even pass through my descendents if I wish to, was given to me by my late German teacher, Professor S. Vijayaraghavan, who hails from Coimbatore, an entomologist by study, who has served Tamilnadu Agricultural University for a brief period of years, has travelled round the globe in his able days, learnt languages, spent time wisely, lived ultimately and divinely.

If there’s another powerful suggestion or advice I have ever received, it is the message that my late teacher has left to his students, through his life as a teacher, by bringing lights of wisdom to the students and by inspiring many to turn a teacher.

With her memories filled

Hails in my long heart the memories of joy,
which nay the time nor the tide dare destroy,
meddling the winds with sorrow and care,
bringing back the smile I used to wear.

Pounds my heart with her memories filled,
that once throbbed for her love distilled;
I may break, shatter my will, if I will,
But the scent of her roses adheres still.

Withal, the stains of your times, be it gloomy and bright,
O dear, therein my words spill for you this night;
I think of the tales that will read us through,
that’ll hide my griefs, to tell how happy I were with you.

My joy may return – not a worry may remain
Of the few that have painted this lane of pain;
But I can never can forget the love that threw
the magic around me while lingering with you.