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

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.

Utsav 2012

Utsav- surreal steps!

Archi girls set the stage on fire!

Golden Butterflies...

setting the mood..

Sudharshan with the girls...

CRM girls on the high!

Archi boys with the "funny dance"

Arnav and Divya hit the high notes...

Rajith & Mukundan -"why this kolaveri?"

Mukundan with Ashok - a surprise package :)

Magesh - the star singer

Ashok rolling the drums...

Our company's annual cultural festival - UTSAV was held on the 17th Nov. The Dance and Music shows were the highlight and kept the audience on their feet. The corporate band "rhythm" played about 12 songs and I was on the drum. One of the singers was down with a sore throat and I was requested to take the mike for that song- a surprise package for everyone including  myself!

Photo Credits : Shakir

Revolution...

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.

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. 

the lonely Crane...

Clicked near Natham, Tamil Nadu...


Can you give a caption to this?

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!