En Kirrukalgal

                                                                   He was not like anyone else .He wasn't the usual 25 year old boy fooling around with a girlfriend or partying so hard .He was happy in his own way . He was happy alone .He was the king of his kingdom of loneliness . He was smart and was well built up . He had a very long hair that demanded a tuft .He lived somewhere between the woods ignoring the bull shit human race .He was living a satisying life where he was his own master .He wasn't born this way .Situations drew him .The only soul he loved more than himself was a six month old calf .He took care of it from the day one . That day , he sobbed on his calf's death . He completely was heart broken . He had no more beliefs in finding love . But he needed someone to sob with . He desperately needed so...

                                        February 8th 11.30 PM. *Gun fires* "Amanda.. Oh shit..who shot you baby" cried Patrick with an absolutely terrified face. He ran behind the murderer who flew off in a well built Porsche. "She is gone. He is coming chasing. " told Jacob disconnecting his phone within a fraction of a second as he disappeared from Patrick's sight. Patrick returned home crying. He saw his lady love dead back at home. With an out of control grudge he locked up his home and..........          January 9th two years back : "This wont work out Jacob. You are an animal. We are breaking up right now "          February 6th 1 PM. "Sara.. Oh shit.. Who shot you baby? " cried Jacob with an absolutely terrified face. "Dear. Please dont use that asshole's name. He is a beast. He tried to kill me. He must be hanged. Must be sev...

                    They were attacking from all the sides .I was caught red handed in the hands of Kaong's men. Kaong is the top notch. They killed all my mates who accompanied me .Fortunately I survived and somehow returned home with all the gold worth more than 50 lakh. There were around 10lakh coins. Unfortunately I couldn't get a single drop of Purple medicine that could heal my mates. Still my Hunt was satisfactory                      This was so happened when me along with my mates tried to rob an entire area with specially equipped weapons. We destroy each and every building in the surroumdings. We are so into this job for past three months. Using an app we choose a random rich person. We visit his place and destroy every single building and rob all of his belongings when he is away from home. That fine evening some random rich  guy named Kaong was our prey.   ...

                                             What's the most important thing in a building ? What's the thing that withholds ten storey , 20 storey apartments ? Yep . Basement . No matter if it is a 2 floor or a twenty floor building , it's the basement that forms the support ,bears the building against forceful quakes and other sort of calamities . After all life is all about discovering yourself within you . We humans need a driving force , We are always intended to depend on someone or something . Right from the birth we depend on parents for every single thing . You are forced to do stuffs that everyone do . If everyone goes to hell we are put up with the only option . If everyone does schooling , we are dragged into the Kinder garden classes right from the age of 3 . We are living this way . We are limited to one single way .The way which was accepted and followed by ...

Dear Appa ,                      December 10 , 2013 .This day shouldn't have come in my life .You should not have gone . You should not have departed us .So wrong . Yes , I agree. Birth and death are natural , unavoidable stuffs . But this one .We just cant digest . Taking away a soul that changed lots of people , loved lots of friends is simply selfish . That soul made me understand what is life . That soul taught me how to live , love , care , study . Your life taught me what is life . And now the soul not anymore bonded with the body , I miss it . You left your wife who lived her whole life for you , with you . You left your two diamonds who understood stuffs from you . You left your friends , your soulmates who solemnly attended your funeral . Life is about birth to death . And I remember well you always wanted that part to be done perfect . Doing it perfect doesn't mean you must be another Mahatma Gandhi or Abdul Kalam .And y...

My first blog... I always wanted to write something .. I wanted people to read it .. Like poets do .. Our minds are selfish .. Sometimes things which are obvious in mind cannot be traced when needed .. I would have thought thousands of things to be written in past .. And I couldnt make it out now .. I used to be soo greedy about those poets .. I wonder how they could make their poem so interesting. They may not even take a long time for that . Even the short story writers admire me .. Taking a theme and giving their readers the best read in short time is something phenomenol .. So this blog would be a small tribute(:P ) for all those writers , poets , orators out there ..Music blending with the apt lyric can do wonders .. This is the formula in cinema .. All these days I just listened to the music and not even bothered to trace out the words .. And when I started tracing out it gave me an awesome experience of music.. The divine of music lies both in the hands of a composer as well as...