A perfect match.

Once upon a time ,a boy sat by the river and cried "Nobody loves me".

Upon that same time in another world a girl screamed from the rooftops,"I am nobody".

They lived happily ever after.

How come ,now ?

We met a naturalist in Kerala who told us that the worms (on the orange plant)would turn into a rare species of butterflies . He asked me to store it in a glass jar and watch them grow.

I hurried to my terrace this morning and did not find a single worm .

How come ,now?

Ramu : So tell us frankly ...

(ramu continues)Yours is an arranged marriage a or ummm .... lovvvvaaa ?


Somu : Well, we arranged for it and our parents loved it .

Silly Superstitions

Blink :A grey rat crossed my path .

Bat : Oh ! thats a good Omen . It warns you of a black cat that might have followed her .

Blink : ( smirk................sigh!)

Postman, please come and pick it up and put it in his pocket

Dear Mr. Caterpillar,

Please leave my mandarin orange plants alone . I have been taking care of them for the past five years .It is a pain to see you and your family chewing away at the leaves every morning and evening .

Thankyou ,
yours sincerely
ranjani.

Mylapore meengal

Watched fish fighting for pori urundai at the Mylapore tank .

Its a lovely sight and you can stand there and watch until the kombed watchman drives you away with his stick .

P.S : Please make sure you dispose of the plastic covers though .

Kanden

sitting on the bus
i saw a salamander
kill in one second

Oru eee kaka illadha ooril , orunal .....

The infinity of Grace - O V Vijayan

To discover India , to respect her past , to know lives , to feel love,
to learn grace .....

... to better your understanding of life.

1+1 = 2 (from dustflies)

The Progressive Classic

The lovers sat on the deserted riverside,the full moon above them.
He held her close.Their lips met.

'Darling', she said ,'there is something on my mind'.
'Tell me precious',he said.
'Have you read Karl Marx's Das Kapital?'
'I haven't .I have been wanting to.'
He began undoing her blouse.

'Have patience',she said.'Let us read Kapital.I brought it along with me.'

He took his hand off her and said,'As you wish.'
They lit a lamp by the riverside and began reading.
'.................................................................................................................................................................
................................'

After many months,when they had finished the four volumes of Kapital,he resumed his petting.

'I love you',she said.
The moon shone over them.

*

Post script : Readers are requested to get hold of four volumes of Das Kapital and fill in the blanks.If they do so,this little story will become the lengthiest Socialist-realist novel in contemporary literature.

*

- O.V.Vijayan

HSH

home sweet home

BCL - Madras

They travelled a lot but they did not take any pictures . They did not take trains , they hated flights .They did not need a car or a bus .Ugh! no! they did not like the idea of being pulled through the streets by another man .

They walked to British council library on that wet day .

They returned books at the counter and stood transfixed looking at a collage of pictures .


Out of the drain hole , into time , sliding through a bangle , swirling in
a cup of coffee,onto the rings of smoke ,reaching upto the ceiling
fan,
jumped into bubble smiling as the sun hit their faces,splat on a coin
being tossed up and down,
napping in a flattened pondicherry lamp,
kicking pebbles rounded by the rivers ,rolling in laddoes covered wet with
greedy tongues,
each slid from either sides of her brow and splashed red
into her bindi ,juggled a bit with saturn and her moons ,
flew all over the park on a green frisbee with shakthiman stickers ,
they played white in the
seas churned by the grinder,
resonated a bit on the Oms in a yogaclass ,
up and down the pepsi crown they marched ,
crtl+C out of infinite loops and finally settled on the Os ,
an 'O' each on a plate that read Books -return/issue
and felt a fierce nudge asking them to move on .

Waiting

Aesthetics

Dandi and Kalidasa were contemporary poets in the court of Vikramaditya .

One day the king , sensing Dandi's jealousy towards Kalidasa called the two of them and asked them to verse a one liner of the words " There is a dry tree standing here "

Dandi jumped up to the challenge with a dry staccatto verse - "Shushkovrikshathistatyagre".

Dandi's jealousy died when Kalidasa aesthitically responded with "Neerasataruruhavilasithabimbe".

(excerpts from mami's music class)

Kalidasa

Dandi and Kalidasa were contemporary poets in the court of Vikramaditya .

One day the king , sensing Dandi's jealousy towards Kalidasa called the two of them and asked them to verse a one liner of the words " There is a dry tree standing here "

Dandi jumped up to the challenge with a dry staccatto verse - "Shushkovrikshathistatyagre".

Dandi's jealousy died when Kalidasa aesthitically responded with "Neerasataruruhavilasithabimbe".

(excerpts from mami's music class)

Dustflies

Dust is flying places !!!


aaaaaaaaaaaaaatccccchooooiloveittchoo

Sven and Swetan !

Expect the unexpected

Sowmya's catcheri at Ananthapadmanabhaswamy Temple began with the oft heard Vathapi Ganapathim Bhajeham , Varanasyam varapradam Sri,
Waaaahthapi !!! which had my heartbeat at a normal 75 per minute .
and then followed -bootaadi sam sEvita caraNam |
boota bowdika prapanca baraNam ||
and then marched veetaraagiNam vinata yOginam (shree) |
vishva kaaraNam vigna vaaraNam || and then the
praNava svaroopa vakratunDam |
nirandaram niDala candra kaNDam |
nija vaamakara vidrutEkshutanDam |
karaambuja paaSa beejaapooram |
kaloosha vidhooram bootaahaaram |
haraadi guruguha tOshita bimbam |
hamsadhwani booshita hErambam ||followed dutifully
and suddenly there was
| silence (for 1-8 ,3 beats ) GPNSR... hamsadwani booshitham herambam ...
... what surprise ....!!!!!and 73..74 … skip !

jaundice Joan

Ravelstein - Saul Bellow

A wonderful book .

Abe Ravelstein, a professor with an ardent student following, writes a book on his friend's (Chick) suggestion ,that turns him a millionaire.Abreast with the politics of the great world , supplemented with his own opinions and a penchant for fancy , he asks Chick to write his biography .

Their friendship :
"We were perfectly open with each other.You could speak your mind without offending.On either side there was nothing too personal ,too shameful to be said ,nothing too nasty or criminal.I did feel at times that he was sparing me his most severe judgements if I wasn't just then ready to stand up under them.I used to spare him, too.But it gave me tremendous relief to be as plain and clear with him as I would be about myself about weak or vicious things.In self-understanding he was well ahead of me.But every personal discussion turned fimally into good ,clean nihilistic fun ."

Every bit engaging through my rocky bus ride and every now hoping my father does not find out the sambar stain on page 31 .

Godmen and angels

No man is God.
No woman is his angel.

Whatever

What were you thinking when i mixed apple,cucumber,chilli flakes,sugar,nutmeg,cinnamon and pepper ?

Whatever ...

I wasn't .

DBY night they lived happily ever after

That night while both tossed on their preferred sides of the bed with a book each and an ocassional kiss in between ,they grew smaller.......

At first the letters of the book they were immersed in seemed to grow larger .
Then they looked at each other .They looked normal !( equally small... that they did not know).....until he nudged her and pointed around to the mammoth alarm clock, the monstrous lamp shade they had bought from pondicherry,the huge bathroom slippers with their mouths open as if they would swallow.

She grabbed his hand and he held it tight .

They measured now a fontsize 10.
She looked a century Gothic with her dancer buttocks and he an ancient and impressive Bookman( oldstyle) with his glasses on .

They argued for a minute and then "phhhhhhhisssssssssssssssh" jumped into her book .

oka tamilammai telugu kavita.

nee prayathnam naadhe koda
nee prayasam naadhe kooda
nee baadha naadhe kooda
nee lokam naadhee kooda
nee vijayam naadhe kooda

ranjani Sivakumar

Time had heavy lunch today

Its only 3.07 pm ?!??!
Just a second before time was in rapid progress ??

Clear vegetable Soup

I had clear vegetable soup with a mosquito in it .
I did not eat the mosquito .

A earful at the canteen

girl1( with very interesting homemade lunch) : you know i got a proposal.. he is with WIPRO and is into mainframes .

girl2( boring tomato rice with oily appalam) : what's his name ?

girl1 : ummm......I do not know ......

I bathed my idlis in Sambar and dug my fork deep into its whites for it to seep in .

NS Mama

Music composer passes away

Staff Reporter

HYDERABAD: Flute maestro and composer N.S. Srinivasan passed away after a brief illness here on Sunday. He was 75. With a long and illustrious service as producer of the Carnatic music section of All India Radio, Srinivasan was among noted disciples of flautist T.R. Mahalingam. He won several national awards. Srinivasan is survived by his wife Sarada, eminent drama artiste, and daughter Neerada, a Kuchipudi dancer.

http://www.hindu.com/2006/01/23/stories/2006012316550400.htm

Once upon a time in London ...

three....two... one ....zero and he will be here !

Happy new year !