Few snaps from my daughter's sketch book...
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 20, 2012
A Poet's Questions!?
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| Photo: Chaliyar river, Kozhikode |
Like frightened birds
From my pen fly the words.
Where are the branches to perch?
Like a string less kite
All wayward in its flight
Why do I hopelessly lurch?
Like a midnight flower
I am wilting at this hour
Who has caused me this smirch?
Like an oar less boat
With the current I float.
What are the answers I search?
Dec 15, 2012
Why?!
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| Nithila at L'amicale Club, Chennai |
"Papa, Please
tell me why-
tell me why-
the sky's so high
and the cows
don't fly?"
don't fly?"
To my daughter -
I had no reply....
....... sigh!!!
I had no reply....
....... sigh!!!
Dec 8, 2012
Time! Ephemeral...
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| Time, Poster color on Paper- art by ashok |
Freaking, fleeing like frightened prey.
With every tick the clock says,
"Beware!
Numbered is your noisy fray".
Eternal race, here no one stays;
Passing Puppets in this phony play.
Colors melt and fall into grays;
When
the countdown ends– wither away!
The mind thinks in surreal ways;
Realizing not the impending slay.
Shunning, running from the moral rays;
Awake!
O! Frivolous, fleeting, living clay!Dec 5, 2012
My Life
I run
A reckless race
At a hectic pace;
A discontent chase
in a twisted maze.
I feel
The passing days
And parting ways
With every new face
A blurring haze.
The passing days
And parting ways
With every new face
A blurring haze.
I live
A life in disgrace;
The shallow place;
Cramped in space
Painted in grays.
A life in disgrace;
The shallow place;
Cramped in space
Painted in grays.
I await
The smallest trace
The morning rays
That can efface
My past malaise…
The smallest trace
The morning rays
That can efface
My past malaise…
Nov 28, 2012
The Leeches...
In Abstract thoughts they float
I detest their very sight
They see themselves and gloat
Parasites all dressed in white
Hollow lives of Wanton pride
With Promises not worth a dime
All naked -nowhere to hide
The Stinking lowly grime
With deceiving empty speeches
Suck the blood of common folk
Hail! All my country's leeches
In Parliament house they croak
Nov 23, 2012
The Shameless thing!
Like a fat flightless bird flapping its wing
Noising aloud yet No action to sing;
Looting the Nation and Living like a king
Is the Politician– the most shameless thing!
I was shocked with this atrocious incident. A blatant and shameful violation of the freedom of expression. I thought I lived in a free country.... Check here and show your support.
I was shocked with this atrocious incident. A blatant and shameful violation of the freedom of expression. I thought I lived in a free country.... Check here and show your support.
Nov 20, 2012
Utsav 2012
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| Utsav- surreal steps! |
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| Archi girls set the stage on fire! |
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| Golden Butterflies... |
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| setting the mood.. |
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| Sudharshan with the girls... |
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| CRM girls on the high! |
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| Archi boys with the "funny dance" |
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| Arnav and Divya hit the high notes... |
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| Rajith & Mukundan -"why this kolaveri?" |
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| Mukundan with Ashok - a surprise package :) |
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| Magesh - the star singer |
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| Ashok rolling the drums... |
Photo Credits : Shakir
Nov 18, 2012
Revolution...
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| Pencil sketch by ashok |
Revolution is Not by Gun;
Not by tears nor by blood;
But by the pen of a rational head
And a million voices in unison.
Nov 12, 2012
The End Game...
The day is dragging to an end
The pen is losing ink.
The journey on the final bend
The ship is eager to sink.
The trophies that once spoke his fame;
Now faded, jaded in rust.
Memories frozen in photo frame;
Forgotten - gathering dust.
Metal and paper saved in bank;
His life times labor and toil.
Hardly matter and add to blank
when it’s time to hit the soil.
The candle melts by his bedside;
An ominous flickering flame.
His wall clock ticks and waits to decide;
There’s no winner in this game.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 1, 2012
Reborn...
Now I see the Light in front,
My night is turned to day;
All this while I was Ignorant;
But now enlightened- my way!
Step by step I carefully tread
Every pot hole I clearly see;
Chased the ghosts I used to dread;
I am reborn with a heart in glee!
Oct 28, 2012
Realization...
“You write about the beauty of the moon!
Hey poet, do you realize
that
The light is mine?” –The
Sun…
“You sing about the beauty
of the rain!
Hey poet, do you realize
that
The water is mine?” – The
Cloud…
“You pen about the beauty of
the river!
Hey Poet, do you realize
that
The source is mine?” – The
Mountain…
“You praise about the beauty
of the flower!
Hey poet, do you realize
that
The hard work is mine? – The
Plant
The Poet realized.
But God just smiled….
Oct 18, 2012
Life...
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| Art by Ashok |
The Pickled soul
Trapped in a bottle-
Hot, sweet and sour;
The Abysmal hole
Clueless battle;
The Lust for more and more.
A spark, a desire-
Ignites the prattle
That ends in a pit or pyre.
The Infinite spire;
The Tongues tattle;
In silence the Words disappear…
The strong survive;
The weak rattle;
From this escape none.
There’s no reprieve;
The Scattered cattle;
All slaughtered one by one.
Oct 9, 2012
The Lonely Road...
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| Photo: kotiyur 2011 |
The Lonely road meanders through
Yellow fields and shady green;
The sky has started to lose its blue;
The wind is dry, I roll the side screen
I make a choice at the dusty Vee
There’s not a soul as far as I could see;
My journey so far- a nonstop spree
But now I need to stop and pee;
I park the car by the peepal tree,
Over the carpet of dried brown leaves
I relieve and set my bladder free
But my heart heaves and the mind grieves:
Have I taken the futile route?
Will it be late for a U turn now?
Why do I get this nagging doubt
that I could’ve missed a Sign somehow?
A small prayer and I check my phone
As though by miracle the signal’s back
I cross a bridge and lo! A milestone!
With a renewed hope I hit the track;
I ignore the potholes and up the gear;
The lonely road will find my town;
The silver lining on the cloud seems near
On the lonely road as the sun goes down.
[another one from my archives...08.09.2011]
Oct 2, 2012
The Bitter Seeds...
Forlorn faces raining tears
Like murky monsoon clouds;
Tossed between hope and fears
Like children lost in crowds.
As fragile as an autumn leaf
That sways to the moody breeze;
A life docile that hangs in grief
Fallen even by a sleazy sneeze.
That sways to the moody breeze;
A life docile that hangs in grief
Fallen even by a sleazy sneeze.
The bitter seeds buried in time
And watered by sweat and tears;
Will sprout one day from their bloody grime
And live a thousand years.
And watered by sweat and tears;
Will sprout one day from their bloody grime
And live a thousand years.
(Concluded. -Continued from my previous post)
Sep 27, 2012
Orphaned Dreams...
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| Fear - Poster Color - Art by Ashok (1995) |
The tiring drive-
The endless road.
As reflections strive-
A cerebral load
The endless road.
As reflections strive-
A cerebral load
The Frozen eyes
in despair stare;
Betrayed by Lies
Beyond repair.
in despair stare;
Betrayed by Lies
Beyond repair.
Over reddened sand
the tyrants dance.
The martyr’s land
Yearns eternal trance.
the tyrants dance.
The martyr’s land
Yearns eternal trance.
As Darkness shrouds-
The silence screams.
Like wandering clouds-
Orphaned dreams.
The silence screams.
Like wandering clouds-
Orphaned dreams.
(Written on the background of the Tamil genocide in Sri Lanka)
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 10, 2012
Lane Discipline
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| the incredible indian road...from my office window! |
Sep 7, 2012
WWWW
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Rooster on top of it’s world!
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“ Una delle amicizie
di blog più sorprendenti è stata quella
con Ashok. Ashok mi ha portato in contatto con il suo mondo di Arte,
Architettura e Poesia. E' un mondo così lontano dal mio che mi lascia a volte
senza parole. Dell'Oriente ,a parte la realtà del Giappone, tutto mi è sconosciuto.Il blog di Ashok mi porta dunque in luoghi dove non sono mai
andata e probabilmente non andrò mai: questo
architetto, attraverso gli ashokism
ha costruito ponte culturale tra il suo mondo ed il
mio,tramite immagini e testi di grande sensibilità . E' un artista
che dipinge e disegna opere molto originali.La scorsa settimana Ashok mi ha
inserito nella sua lista di blog favoriti e questo mi ha sorpreso ed
emozionato: la motivazione del premio è ...per
"la trasformazione delle emozioni in acquarelli".La potenza del traduttore permette di comunicare,oltre la barriera linguistica, in
maniera impensabile!Ringrazio” – Painter Rita Vaselli, Italy.
Officially, now I have more
virtual friends than real life friends. By virtual, I mean the pals I have made
thro’ this wonderful world wide web (wwww!) in the course of nearly 8 blogging
years– my fellow bloggers! Blogging has introduced me to many talented people
who amaze me and many amazing people who appreciate talent. The blog pals are so appreciative that after
sometime, if you are not careful, you might start believing that you are really good. There is so much support
and positive energy around that you can charge yourselves along with your
mobile here and glow like a day-star! With the advent of Google Translator, the
barrier of language is well and truly broken in the virtual media. I run free
like an excited kid in a toy shop in this virtual world. Let me congratulate
and thank all my blog pals who have made this such a wonderful experience. I
feel like the rooster on top of the roof - cookarakkoooo kooo!
Sep 4, 2012
Pookkalam...
Onam is the happiest festival in my predominantly Mallu
company. We get a holiday when the rest of Bangalore works. More than that, the
employees get to bite the proverbial carrot that was dangling in front of them
all the while – the yearly bonus! There
is excitement all around and as a lead up to the big day, the Creative Club
conducted the colorful Pookkalam competition. Pookkalam is literally Poo (flower) + Kolam (patterns drawn on the floor). On the day, men and women came
wearing traditional attire along with their smile. Work stations were virtually
empty as different departments vied for the top spot. The basement floor where
the event progressed looked and smelled like a noisy Indian flower market. The
camaraderie among the employees was contagious. The senior citizens of the
company came as the jury and with their somber faces gave some seriousness to
the proceedings. The event concluded with the serving of Payasam. In spite of
the competition results, everyone was a winner on the day!
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| Festive Colors! |
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| Team work! |
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| working women! |
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| in progress... |
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| the flower girls! |
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| Kaikotti kali...the onam dance... |
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| Maha Bali makes an appearance... |
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| The seriously serious Jury... |
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| a group photo with Maha Bali! |
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| the entry from my department... |
photos courtesy my department juniors!
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