A service......

Her voice booming around the streets, and with that follows the slogans of few more volunteers - all standing to eradicate the social evil CHILD LABOUR.

Nirnaya and her Co., had lots of credits, for their good deed, to their social organisation. With the objective of eradication of child labour, dowry, female infanticide; they move onto set their goals. Slogan rising, hunger strike were their key strengths.

Imana used to cover all these facts and showed them proudly in her news channel. With the organisation's succes, Imana's curiosity of knowing Nirnaya grew more and more. And on a Sunday, free day, she goes to the great social worker's house to pay her gratitude for her service.

Longtime after the knock, she got an answer. Controlling her excitement, she steps in. What a marvellous that was! She saw a sweet girl before her and remembers that she has interviewed her. She hears Nirnaya's voice, "Kaun aaya hai?" (Who has come?) and got elated as she stood in front of her.

Imana was surprised seeing the little girl, Kasturi, in Nirnaya's house. For that Kasturi replied, "Oh! is madiam ne hume godh liya hai" (This madam has adopted me). On further questions and interrogations, Imana finds that Nirnaya believes in self-work and she proudly says, "I work myself". Imana couldnt suppress her delight.

Imana called Kasturi and she returned after a couple of minutes. When she was forcing her hair back, Imana took notice of the blood coming behind from her ears. Then suddenly Imana asked for a first-aid kit and dressed the wound of Kasturi. At that time she saw fresh wounds and marks on her body and the knife-cuts on her fingers.

She felt the rought hands and the shivering Kasturi. And in a moment, Imana got up, shook the soft-handed Nirnaya and went away with the crushed pride......

Random Comparison - I

Virtual is real:
You see the carton channels and worry about the super hero who dies or gets bruised...

Real is virtual:
Your mom pleads you to help her during her illness and you make it unheard!!

Sometimes we dont know what we are scribbling and then we realise, Oh! i have written this... something like tht, this came in....

Hurray!! my first Tanjore painting..

Hi ppl,
As I was saying in my post about my first Tanjore painting, I finished and got it framed atlast!! :) :) :) n here'snap of how Ganeshji looks.....

MY LOVE.....

My first romantic poem in my blog..... Hope you will enjoy this....


His hands and mine, were equally tight,
Forever, let him be on my side.
He is my faith, he is my love,
He is my shield, he is my soul.
To him, I talked and talked,
But what did I ??

I see me in me, I hate,
I see him in me, best, I rate.
Like the butterflies, over a flower hovering,
He was in the centre and me circling.

I jump with joy,
Of what I cant express.
I jump with a feeling,
A feeling of completness.
I jump with victory,
For I defeated loneliness.
I jump with insanity,
For there is a person to take care.
I jump with all my strength,
For I wont care for myself any more length.

A New year resolution

In the slums of Mumbai, he lives. Lives with the cause of disturbign others. Comes he there, to his hut, stumbling here and there and then finds a way with great difficulty, through the broken door.

Quarrels, slaps, cries... the neighbours hear, not a new one to them. They come, peep, listen and then go on , for who has the strenght to object???

Then comes a day where over a heap of garbage, he sees children enacting him. With great fury and great insult he snarls them and hits them. To his amazement, he sees his own son in and with no words he goes out from there.

A feeling of shame and regret, he gets. Thinks of throwing the liquid poison, but sees that the next year is heading. So he plans to get rid of it by the next year and in the meanwhile, let him enjoy it.

Next week... With his little son as his guide, he follows, to his house. At a distance on the road, he sees a car. The car moves right, he moves right. The car moves left, he moves left. And besides, the little guide begs his father to follow him.

But the liquid poison got the control and his mind the slave now. The car moves with a great speed and he remains unbalanced. It comes, hits and goes. And the drunker lays down...After an hour or so, someone wakes him up and he checks again and again wether he is alive or not. (If u guess tht he is in heaven or hell..not so!!)

Then he turns around and sees a huge crowd encircling nearby - and there he sees his little guide who could never ever wake up anymore.

And he moans, "Why 2009 took long to come?"

2008.....

Dear readers...

Wish u a gr8 year ahead...Well u might be thinking, that am wishing so soon ;) ;) You still have 349 days more!! Let these days bring you all the peace and prosperity that you have ever wished for..

Best wishes for the one who has taken resolutions...

Take care.

Plzzzzz help her.....

There she lies in the room of darkness weeping and weeping silently...Her eyes show u the pain, for the fresh wounds, she has got. Her protectors, her guardians, her supporters betrayed her, iltreated her.

With silent pleading eyes, she sees you, calls you for mercy, for help. But you just make them unseen...Oh my lady!!!!


I see the lady there, where my heights donot reach. Want to serve her and make her good. But am struck with many a people here, some hoping for the same as I do and some hoping to outwit her and rule her.


She nurutred many, educated them and made them into great leaders, now fighting among themselves to attain her.


And in this selfish act, people throw mud at each other, abuse each other, snarl each other... but who considers the effects/the results???? And like everytime the result is the same - it stinks everywhere and it hurts her very much...

The internal conflict has lead to a big chaos and disorganisation in the country, and the country and its people are suffering a huge loss... We need to overcome this and stand united to fight against treachery and many such anti-social elements..

See u in next post... until then bye bye..Take care..