tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81215201002472711402024-02-22T01:04:40.040-08:00sreekumar nairsreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-76834914257582002292011-07-26T06:38:00.000-07:002011-07-26T06:38:38.277-07:00NATUREThe mountains,<br />
<br />
Covered in clouds,<br />
<br />
Like wrapped in mantle, <br />
<br />
And escape tedious cold.sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-25179671924865254792010-10-12T06:45:00.000-07:002010-10-12T06:45:23.700-07:00Not abandonedOf course not an abandoned blog. Will be posting soon. Thank you! :) :) :)sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-82455176498109154692010-09-27T21:46:00.000-07:002010-09-27T21:46:15.573-07:00As I am!My last post was on the Independence day about the Independence day of India. After that I didn't post. How could I, when I am so lazy? Yes I am lazy. So much so that I have stopped working on my second book. There are other reasons too. But those are seasonal. The laziness is getting on me. What I am suppose to do? Kill time. That's what i am into. Then, then what? May be I would find the answer and come back later. For time being I am lazy and going lazy.<br />
<br />
Goshhhhhh!!!sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-6829908779595341712010-08-14T22:03:00.000-07:002010-08-14T22:03:23.525-07:00INDEPENDENCE DAYToday is India's Independence day. Around sixty five years back India gained her freedom from the oppressive British rule. It was a Tryst with destiny'. Not because she gained freedom from one of the Imperial powers of that time, but the way she gained it. <br />
<br />
India got her Independence through non-violent movement, something hyped every time in this world. Their were earlier attempts made through violent form to win freedom but it was only through this new found weapon that a new age was traced.<br />
<br />
One man stood amongst, their odds, ideology, custom and many other things. But Mahatma Gandhi's fight was not just against the British but many other ill principles of the Indian society and their mindsets. To an extent it was successful and certain thing which he couldn't triumph upon - today's generation is fighting it out.<br />
<br />
The freedom was won sixty five years back but the real fight was fought in this last sixty five years and is still on. We are fighting corruption, customs ,societyical odds and many to mention. Then there is one mistake which committed at that time and we bear for it to these day - the partition. That was a mistake, huge one and compensating for it is nowere on cards. The reason is that the fight still continues over that front. There will be a time when it will be solved and there will be time when we might over come the odds in today's lives.<br />
<br />
Then, then we will find the true freedom.<br />
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<span style="color: #e69138;">JA</span>I <span style="color: #6aa84f;">HO</span>!sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-5136064795571450832010-08-08T08:22:00.000-07:002010-08-08T08:22:15.366-07:00CRITICISMDear friends,<br />
<br />
The below story created quite a flutter when i posted the same to club group. Some even hit at me saying i should quit writing. There are ways to speak to one person and there are ways to talk online too. Anyways no offence. The below story might have grammar but never intended to show any one in bad light or stereotype. I wrote because i believed in what I've written and i personally like it. I don't see anything wrong. My intention was to make people laugh as I thought the story has lot of humour in it.<br />
<br />
My writing will always continue no matter what one has to say!sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-29050464345364885382010-08-03T08:06:00.000-07:002010-08-03T08:06:20.563-07:00JOB INTERVIEW‘Job hunting is easy these days, then done.’<br />
<br />
I am here at a BPO to attend an interview for the post of Investment Analyst and to be frank – I am least interested to attend. (Don’t ask me why?)<br />
<br />
I sit at the reception. To my right there is this girl –in her salwar kameez and clutching a file as if it is a treasure. (It must hold her credentials) I don’t like her dress sense. It is not matching her. I wanted to say to her – ‘If you have a boyfriend, ask him, he would guide you…, else ask me!’ HEEHAW<br />
<br />
To my left there is another girl, complete opposite reflection of the one at my right. White shirt, tight trouser, very tight (wonder how she fit in it) straightened hair, smell of those international perfume derived from the skin of dead snake or they say so. I like them all. She is a modern girl. Yo baby yo!<br />
<br />
I sit in between them, image of 21st India - One traditional and the other modern. Mom I have fond the bride for you, which one you want – your choice. <br />
<br />
Mr.Sreekumar Nair! A lady in her secretarial dress call out my name. I go in the cabin and I am greeted by a handsome hunk or I think so! ‘Well Mr. Nair, I see you are not employed last six months. What were you into?’<br />
<br />
I was busy authoring a book, I wanted to say. ‘I fell sick’ I said.<br />
<br />
‘Sick for six month?’<br />
<br />
‘Well I had to undergo a surgery and it took time to recoup’<br />
<br />
He lift his one eye brow (wonder how he does it) ‘Mind telling what happened’ I explain to him and he listen in rapt attention.<br />
<br />
‘So why you left your last company?’<br />
<br />
‘I couldn’t achieve my target’<br />
<br />
‘Hmm, I like your frank answer. But then you think you can achieve it here? I nod my head. <br />
<br />
‘I mean you’re a sick guy, didn’t get your target last time. How are you going to do it here?’<br />
<br />
What does he mean by I am a sick guy? I am medically fit and that word ‘sick guy’ has many connotation to it. How he dare, asshole?<br />
<br />
‘Can you show me a presentation?’ he asked. I give a disgusting nod. ‘You can use the board’. I pick up a marker and want to write big, ‘FUCK YOU!’ Unfortunately I can’t.<br />
<br />
I explain to him if the crude price fall, the best investment option is NSE and if not NIFTY or gold is a better option if NSE fails and Baba Black sheep!<br />
<br />
Seems the asshole is impressed and he puts me to HR round. Have some talk sense; I wanted to say as I left his cabin.<br />
<br />
I meet the HR in second round, may be in her fifty. Still a HR? I am in my thirty and hunting job. That settles it.<br />
<br />
She takes time to study my profile. Few moments later she looks at me. Then she says ‘All fine Mr. Nair. But your appearance should have worldly outlook. You know this is an international BPO.’ I will remove my cloth and stand naked. Will that give her the required outlook?<br />
<br />
When I leave the premises I see the two pillars of Indian culture still sitting there. Few moments later, I see the traditional girl in conflict with someone on phone. I overheard the conversation. (Bad habit) <br />
<br />
She was saying ‘I didn’t sleep with you, you slept with me.’ <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Yo baby yo!<br />
<br />
<br />
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***sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-66860494790548422142010-07-19T07:55:00.000-07:002010-07-19T07:55:45.082-07:00SUMMER 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmUXQXrGgi8ffwaVQ7m99QK483Hy_eyVgPV4YL1gjM2jDTv8DcnWG1tWTtJYbULfGaB9XAfcC1oiAZk13pqENnGscAKJBommPh70rCZYcMya3Re2ugmaEPmFbEGnRD6lqE32iS2KZa4w/s1600/IndianSummer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmUXQXrGgi8ffwaVQ7m99QK483Hy_eyVgPV4YL1gjM2jDTv8DcnWG1tWTtJYbULfGaB9XAfcC1oiAZk13pqENnGscAKJBommPh70rCZYcMya3Re2ugmaEPmFbEGnRD6lqE32iS2KZa4w/s320/IndianSummer.jpg" /></a></div>OK FOLKS, THIS IS HOW I SPENT MY VACATION IN KERALA AND THE TRIP THAT WAS ALL ABOUT!<br />
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As I board this train which will take me to my home town in the next twenty-four hours, my heart is throbbing in my body. Thrilled, I can hardly linger to reach my destination. <br />
<br />
<br />
The excitement has always been there. I remember when as a child I would visit my grandparents and spend my days in total bliss. Today I recall it as a paradise on earth; so naturally blessed with beauty. It is rightly called as ‘God’s own country’.<br />
<br />
It’s 10:45p.m when I board the train. I went to bed dreaming of waking to the sunlight hours when I start my days in the serene splendor of my home town.<br />
<br />
I wake up the next morning to see the train bustling with people. Many vendors including chai wallas offering hot tea-coffee in the early morning; others were selling garam pakodas and samosa. I take tea and sit comfortably near the window. The train has entered Kerala. As it passes each town I am mesmerized by the exquisiteness of the natural world. The hilly terrain roofed in clouds, green fields as it dances to the tune of the breeze, idyllic cows grazing on them, lakes and rivers curving freely, banana and coconut plantations aplenty - God is such a wonderful creator!<br />
<br />
I observed my co-passengers. Many of them with their families are heading for their vacation. I could sense the excitement on the faces of their children. I felt happy too. A few others were local travelers. This place is their home as well as a work place. To their daily bread they shuffle from town to town. A few moments later I notice this girl sitting next to me reading a book. Probably in her twenty’s, she looked striking. Not so pretty face but she appears elegant in her black salwar kameez. Her long and fair thighs are visible in her taut and translucent trouser. She is with her mother and it seems her name is Nandini as her mother uses to call out to her now and then. The rest of my journey is spent in styding her as well as the natural beauty of the countryside. When the train halted at the Trivandrum station -the capital of Kerala, my co-passenger Nandini disembarks. It seems this is her town. Hoping to catch a glimpse of her again, I continue my journey. After few more stations, I reach my destination. I see my uncle who has arrived to receive me.<br />
<br />
It is just a two kilometer drive from the station to my native town. I see my aunt, their kids and a few other cousins who are waiting to welcome me. The excitement grows in me as I see all of them. The next few days I look forward to spending enjoyable time with them. Food is one thing which tops the chart on any occasion. Kerala food is worthy to die for. Its taste and quality is unbeatable. Banana is a fruit which comes in various size and colour- green, yellow and even red. It also fetches the prime yield of revenue in agriculture in the state after coconut. The coconut water is a pure thirst quencher. I make sure I have plenty of them. Jackfruit is another fruit typical of Kerala. It is light yellow when ripe. You can have it in various blend - have it ripe (yummy it taste so good), when raw you can make variety of chips. You can also make various types of curries out of it. Oh yes I forgot to mention the banana chips which is famous here. Then there are mangoes. It comes in a lot of variety too. Everybody is aware how mango fruits taste when taken ripe but for having it raw is more adventurous as we climb the tree and pluck it out. We take it after soaking them in the mixture of chili powder and salt with oil (again-yummy!). Sorry can’t help it! Our house is surrounded by all this plants and these fruits which it bears. So literally it’s forested area and who doesn’t love to stay in the lap of nature? Many of these trees are so big that I end up making a tree house with my cousins. We have planned to make a wooden house during the next vacation. Fish is the most edible stuff in this part of the country. Fishery is the largest industry in Kerala. Fish is very good for the health and is an internal part of every meal in my home. I use to bathe almost three times a day. The reason is the lake which flows close by. I and my four cousins and few other friends from that area made it mayhem whenever we take a bath there. It was so much fun! Apart from visiting my relations and few temples, I visit the famous Shankmugam beach at Trivandrum, the beach at Vaaley and the boat houses at Allapuza. It is all so much fun!<br />
<br />
I don’t know how the days just pass by and soon my trip comes to an end. The memories are something which will never go away and I will cherish them until the next summer vacation. Hoping for another wonderful summer holiday next year, I board the train to Bangalore.<br />
<br />
When I reach and disembark at the Bangalore station, I see Nandini with her mother getting down from another coach. She was in the same train yet I was unaware. (I curse my luck) I look at her wondering whether she has had the same memorable holidays as I have!<br />
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****sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-40487564085375340592010-07-02T08:43:00.000-07:002010-07-02T08:44:24.142-07:00Hey!Back from Kerala trip. It was fun but missed B'lore for sure. Presently working on my second book. Will post about my Kerala venture soon! :)<br />
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Till then... Be safe n be good!sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-90892789140821617452010-05-25T01:02:00.000-07:002010-05-25T01:02:32.678-07:00On Vacation!<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't blog regularly but now off late, i am. My blog was like a ignored child and i am going to ignore it further. Precisely for a month. This June for whole month i will be in kerala and without access to internet. Therefore this will lie like a ignored child.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kerala is a place i adore for sure. In a small village where i was born, i keep visiting this place whenver i can. This time it will be for a long time though. Would like to expand this topic on Kerala a bit. Pherhaps next time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And yes, i will not ignore this child after i am back. :-) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So i will be back soon n happy journey to me!</div>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-18073190834170965972010-05-22T00:09:00.000-07:002010-05-22T00:12:33.945-07:00Mangalore crash<div style="text-align: justify;">Sad news coming up about the air crash in Mangalore. As we all pray for the victims and their families, we also need to understand the saftey standards maintained. Though it is a first crash in India in a decade, things cannot be taken lightly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Accidents do take place and it is not within our reach. Beacause it is a mistake and mistake just happens. But what we can try to do is that this accidents doesn't occur in future. This mistakes are not repeated. We should learn from accidents and see to it that it is not bound to happen again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life is precious and it is always!</div>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-10413574224336568212010-05-19T22:33:00.000-07:002010-05-19T22:33:14.128-07:00THE SKYIt just happened. While going through a magazine, thought made me to scrible this poem. It's nothing much.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">I am a beggar, you are a learner</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">A homeless person, I sit here like all</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">A vagabond trying to figure the definitions of my life.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">As learner, as novice, you discern it all.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Still you are no proficient, you are an amateur.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">I know it all. Like all vagabonds, I know it all.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">You may well reach heights; I will be where I am; for certain.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Still I know it all!</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">You are under a roof, I have sky. I know it.</span>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-10284236257588365182010-05-17T21:38:00.000-07:002010-05-17T21:38:19.019-07:00INTERPRETATION<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfgTA76t7_xPQUeGLlcTYnhVpSkHF_DmnQ8OFFu9H6tvB_86uOdbba2qirF9kDPQ4TvKuiRj7nGe35Ktl6N5ZKyyP-AaJlZeO79ANnEokDQQiKjPttMYZLBmyRBR3FPy0iXnk5c-7VFM/s1600/9536D_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfgTA76t7_xPQUeGLlcTYnhVpSkHF_DmnQ8OFFu9H6tvB_86uOdbba2qirF9kDPQ4TvKuiRj7nGe35Ktl6N5ZKyyP-AaJlZeO79ANnEokDQQiKjPttMYZLBmyRBR3FPy0iXnk5c-7VFM/s400/9536D_big.jpg" width="286" wt="true" /></a></div><br />
<br />
It's been high time since the book has hit the stand. Not a single promotion i did for the same, but just circulating the copies to my friends and near one. Well so here goes - one month down the line, come July and i am going to launch it - BIG WAY!<br />
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Keep tuned in for further news! :)sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-43616326378156290112010-04-21T21:13:00.000-07:002010-04-21T21:13:25.204-07:00A EXCREPT FROM THE BOOK - 'INTERPRETATION'THE BEGNNING<br />
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<br />
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Ranjith Singh is an army intelligence officer. He is in this<br />
<br />
job for past 18 years. He is very patriotic, who loves his<br />
<br />
country first, than anything else. Always in front to do<br />
<br />
anything for his motherland. And so, he loves his job.<br />
<br />
His other interest is his family. His second love. His<br />
<br />
wife and two children. Khanu, his wife is a beautiful young<br />
<br />
woman from Amritsar, Punjab. Theirs was a love marriage<br />
<br />
eventually blessed with two kids, a happy family.<br />
<br />
However, today Ranjith Singh lies on his cot as the sun<br />
<br />
rises to say good morning. He is ready to get up, somewhat<br />
<br />
awake but still asleep. He is dreaming. In his dream, he<br />
<br />
sees his beautiful wife and his two lovely children. They are<br />
<br />
stretching their arms towards him, asking him to help them.<br />
<br />
It seems they are being carried by someone. Ranjith Singh<br />
<br />
crawls on his bed. He wants to help them. He opens his<br />
<br />
eyes and sees the morning light. Where is his wife who was<br />
<br />
asking for his assistance? And his two children who wanted<br />
<br />
to get on to their father’s arm? Even they are gone.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
***<br />
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<br />
THE CENTER FOLD<br />
<br />
<br />
What exactly is Captain Ranjith’s mission? How did he<br />
<br />
lose his wife and children? Where are they? What happened<br />
<br />
to them?<br />
<br />
It began like this.<br />
<br />
The year was March 1971 that was sparked by the Bangladesh<br />
<br />
liberation conflict between the traditionally dominant West<br />
<br />
Pakistan and the East Pakistan. India expressed full support<br />
<br />
to the struggle for independence by the people of East<br />
<br />
Pakistan. A war seemed inevitable. So, the government<br />
<br />
wanted to make sure whether they were going to involve<br />
<br />
in this adventurism and how? <br />
<br />
Pakistan was initially a part of India. In the year 1947,<br />
<br />
at the time of independence from the British rule, it was<br />
<br />
separated and was carved into an independent Islamic country.<br />
<br />
Since then, this neighbour of India has been cultivating hatred<br />
<br />
against India. Though, it needs to be understood that it was<br />
<br />
Pakistan which wanted to separate from the mainland to be<br />
<br />
formed into a new Muslim country, India never wanted that<br />
<br />
to happen. But unfortunately, the line was drawn and thus<br />
<br />
two nations were formed. What emerged next were constant<br />
<br />
fights between the two countries that resulted in war in the<br />
<br />
year 1947 at the time of independence and later in 1965.<br />
<br />
Both the times, Pakistan lost the war to India. The wars<br />
<br />
resulted in a lot of destruction in terms of human life and<br />
<br />
property. But the conflict continued and again in 1971, some<br />
<br />
kind of dangerous and threatening activity was detected from<br />
<br />
the Pakistani side.<br />
<br />
In the 1947 war, few areas of Kashmir went into the<br />
<br />
hands of Pakistan, which they called Azad Kashmir or<br />
<br />
Pakistan Occupied Kashmir. Due to this, the people of<br />
<br />
Kashmir were separated. The people and their kins found<br />
<br />
themselves parted between the two borders of the country.<br />
<br />
This also put them in an abyss of emotional hardship. Later<br />
<br />
that year, as per the agreement between the countries, people<br />
<br />
were allowed to cross the new border - the line of control<br />
<br />
- to meet their near and dear ones.<br />
<br />
At one such instance in 1965, Ranjith Singh and his<br />
<br />
family which hailed from Punjab visited Muzaffarabad, a<br />
<br />
town in Pakistan Occupied Kashmir. Ranjith Singh’s wife<br />
<br />
Khanu had a family marriage to attend there. Ranjith Singh<br />
<br />
dropped his family there and returned to Kashmir on the<br />
<br />
Indian side for an official call on an immediate reporting<br />
<br />
basis due to emergency. Then suddenly Pakistan attacked<br />
<br />
India. Khanu and his two kids got trapped there. Ranjith<br />
<br />
couldn’t do anything immediately as he was in the middle<br />
<br />
of a war. Even after the war got over, he could never find<br />
<br />
his lost family. The border was closed and people were not<br />
<br />
allowed to cross either side. He couldn’t even communicate<br />
<br />
with them through any other means. Diplomatic relations<br />
<br />
between the two countries were not good either. Therefore,<br />
<br />
the embassy also could not do much to find the family of<br />
<br />
this army man. Ranjith never heard from his family after<br />
<br />
that. They were lost for him. And he was lost for them.<br />
<br />
***<br />
<br />
A DIALOGUE FROM THE BOOK<br />
<br />
<br />
“Okay officers, let’s get moving. As you people are<br />
<br />
aware, we are in support of the ongoing Bangladesh liberation<br />
<br />
war in East Pakistan. President Yahya Khan has already<br />
<br />
rejected the claim of Sheikh Mujibur Rehaman, the leader of<br />
<br />
Bangladesh to form the government there. It seems he will<br />
<br />
call the military to disarm Bangladesh. Lots of movement<br />
<br />
is taking place against this. And our Prime Minister has<br />
<br />
expressed full support of our Government to the struggle<br />
<br />
for independence by the people of East Pakistan. We share<br />
<br />
vast borders with them and we would not like to have two<br />
<br />
Pakistan on our West as well as East. It is dangerous. So,<br />
<br />
Pakistan has got enough reason to camp their armies on our<br />
<br />
border. This is something that we can deal with, since it<br />
<br />
is a face-to-face and direct action. But dealing with indirect<br />
<br />
action is not easy,” says Puri, as Ranjith and Rajan listen<br />
<br />
attentively.<br />
<br />
<br />
WAGAH BORDER<br />
<br />
<br />
Wagah is a road in Punjab, and the only border road<br />
<br />
crossing between the two countries, India and Pakistan. It<br />
<br />
lies between the cities of Amritsar and Lahore in Pakistan.<br />
<br />
Wagah itself was a village. It got divided during the<br />
<br />
partition in the year 1947. The eastern half of the village<br />
<br />
lies in India, while the western half is in Pakistan. It has<br />
<br />
one gate on both sides and the rest of the area is fenced<br />
<br />
***<br />
<br />
THE WAR<br />
<br />
<br />
Pakistan attacked several places along the Indian border,<br />
<br />
but the Indian army successfully held their positions. The<br />
<br />
Indian army quickly responded to the Pakistan army’s<br />
<br />
movements and made some initial gains, including capture<br />
<br />
of around 5,500 square miles of Pakistan territory in Punjab<br />
<br />
and Sindh sectors. This was later ceded by India in the<br />
<br />
Shimla Agreement of 1972.<br />
<br />
The land war or the battle of Longewala in Rajasthan<br />
<br />
is worth mentioning. The intelligence report of Ranjith was<br />
<br />
ignored as the time was up. In the night, Pakistan attacked<br />
<br />
with about two thousand infantry division and more than<br />
<br />
forty tank regiments. The mere one hundred sixty eight<br />
<br />
Indian soldiers stood their ground, though they were given<br />
<br />
the option to opt out. It was a brave act but they were lucky<br />
<br />
to have a natural defence of high sand dune and the post<br />
<br />
totally fenced up. In the night, it was not visible. It was<br />
<br />
very easy to attack the enemy from the upper ground. The<br />
<br />
situation was very much in the favour of the Indian side<br />
<br />
with an airstrip close by. They striked Pakistan battalions<br />
<br />
by the morning, which suffered huge casualties. The battle<br />
<br />
of Longewala was won and it was a mark in the Indian<br />
<br />
history that cannot be erased in long years to come.<br />
<br />
***<br />
<br />
© sreekumar nair- pustak mahalsreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-52549430885567818722010-03-29T23:29:00.000-07:002010-03-29T23:29:34.873-07:00INTERPRETATION<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2_rntHSGrRLnYEXFRwUydMxIG8YxUqNIEqCWiH3LQkp_Yt96Gb_6tAlYK9d3yCVHcCxj4dMPc3C-6-EiVlD8VX9TB1bqtCwEqkyqEIE7tKc4v6kLwT3eDPYrMcbvwkkHn0jCrIQ28wY/s1600/9536D_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2_rntHSGrRLnYEXFRwUydMxIG8YxUqNIEqCWiH3LQkp_Yt96Gb_6tAlYK9d3yCVHcCxj4dMPc3C-6-EiVlD8VX9TB1bqtCwEqkyqEIE7tKc4v6kLwT3eDPYrMcbvwkkHn0jCrIQ28wY/s400/9536D_big.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br />
<span style="background-color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>GO GET YOUR COPY NOW! :_)</em></span>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-11762303077661279252009-10-01T23:03:00.000-07:002009-10-01T23:04:26.199-07:00A TRIBUTE TO LATE POET KAMALA SURAIYA<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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"I shall go too in silence leaving<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not even a fingerprint on this<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">crowded earth;<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Carrying away my bird-in-fight<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">voice and<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The hundred misunderstandings<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that destroyed<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My alliances with you and you<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and you..."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> - Kamala Suraiya.<br />
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</div>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-4872688676310563452009-09-10T06:51:00.000-07:002009-09-10T06:52:54.898-07:00A FLOWER<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Flower I am,<br />Blossomed today morning<br />With all my cousins’<br /><br />A priest came,<br />Plucked me and placed me on the temple of,<br />GOD.<br /><br />I couldn’t be more happy then this<br />I am the luckiest flower in the world.<br /><br />As I shone in the tiara of deity<br />My cousins’ tone is jealously.<br /><br />Then dusk arrived,<br />Then dawn arrived.<br /><br />The priest came,<br />Lifted me up and fling me in the bin.<br /><br />I lay there and slowly thaw out.<br /><br />I am the luckiest flower in the world.<br /><br /></span><br />***</div>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-72210884364194501482009-08-11T00:00:00.000-07:002009-08-11T00:01:36.368-07:00I WILL POST SOONI have been very busy but would definetly am on my blog and would post soon before i go busy again. Thank you!sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-80558703857293724242009-07-12T07:42:00.000-07:002009-07-12T07:43:16.464-07:00A SOLDIER<span style="color:#cc33cc;">I slay,<br />I depart this life,<br />I sacrifice,<br />I serve my faith,<br />My country<br />It is my duty.</span>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-61603642547695485222009-07-07T21:10:00.000-07:002009-07-07T21:11:37.603-07:00THE INNER BEAUTY<span style="color:#009900;"><br />Up in the sky,<br /><br />In the dark night,<br /><br />The moon,<br /><br />With it’s thousand arm: all stars,<br /><br />Tried to conquer my heart,<br /><br />But sank into the depth of it,<br /><br />As there was more beauty,<br /><br />Than their charm<br /><br /><br />****<br /><br />SREEKUMAR NAIR<br />© http//:sreekumar-nair.blogspot.com</span>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-9659058901309643982009-07-03T22:52:00.001-07:002009-07-03T22:53:19.507-07:00DROPS<span style="color:#00cccc;">As I am, clear<br /><br />You can see through me<br /><br />I form a fizz<br /><br />And fly across.<br /><br />I fall, break, spread,<br /><br />And get rapt in the air.<br /><br />I revive life,<br /><br />... DROPS I am.<br /><br />***</span>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-4141557023057330752009-06-29T22:50:00.000-07:002009-07-02T06:58:01.926-07:00THE GIRL NEXT DOOR: MY NEIGHBOUR<span style="color:#996633;">On a lazy Sunday morning, I sit in front of my desktop writing a story. Towards the left side I have, this small window and I saw this girl. She is very young. Perhaps 18-19 year old. She was wearing a salwar kameez and drying the clothes that she just washed. A beautiful girl she is!<br /><br />I cannot make out her face, as the distance was very large between my house and hers. Still I felt she is beautiful. More than that, what I liked was her body language. I could see there was lot of confidence in it. I was enjoying the sight. My lazy Sunday morning has become all of a sudden very active. Why is that girls always makes boys active. I kept watching her. There is an open ground between my house and hers.<br /><br />A bull grazing on the patchy grass blocked my view. I cursed the bull. I could not see anything. I cursed the bull hundred times. I made a sound near the window so the bull would go.<br /><br />‘Mowww.... Mowww...’ – That is the sound I was making.<br /><br />The bull was at a distance from my window. I was inside the house. The bull could hardly hear me. (Wonder what if it does) However, my neighbour next house heard my moaning.<br /><br />‘You need anything?’ What is wrong? Why are you peeping near the window?’<br /><br />So many questions in just one shot. May be confused by my actions. Like an idiot clown, I said ‘Nothing. Hee hee ‘I tried to laugh but ended making a fool of myself. By this time the bull has moved. I looked through the window. However, the girl was not there. She has moved on. Sad and glum I penned a poem on her.<br /><br />‘Beautiful you are like the clothes you were trying to dry...’<br /><br />As I was busy penning the poem, some one knocked at the gate. I peeped through the window.<br /><br />‘Shit man, the girl- she is right there in front of my gate, knocking. I immediately got up. Washed my face, tided my hair, put my favorite perfume (ZATAK), and moved on to welcome her. I checked my clothes. A tee and shorts I was wearing. It was perfect. It is important to check your dress before you go in front of any one so early in the morning especially when you are just up from the bed. What if you are not dressed? It happens in movies with heroes when they open the door in a semi-nude state. It is tolerable in movies. Not in real life, especially with me. With out anything on my long thighs, I would look horrible.<br /><br />I opened the door and went near the gate. She smiled. I also tried to smile.<br /><br />‘Sir I would like to take the flowers’ she said.<br /><br />There is a hibiscus plant in our compound. I permitted her to take the flowers. She started plucking them. Now I observed her closely. Man she is beautiful, like Kate Winslet of Titanic.<br /><br />‘Beautiful’ I said.<br /><br />She heard me. ‘What?’ she asked.<br /><br />I controlled myself. ‘The flowers they are beautiful’ I said. She did not say anything.<br /><br />‘What’s your name?’ I asked<br /><br />‘What?’ she asked again.<br /><br />‘The flower- what is it called?’ I changed my question.<br /><br />‘It’s Hibiscus’ she said.<br /><br />Her voice was sweet. Then she said something that baffled me.<br /><br />‘Are you not Sreekumar?’<br /><br />My eyes popped out of its socket. Horry shit, how does she know my name?<br /><br />‘Yes’ I said<br /><br />‘You are an author, aren’t you?’ she asked<br /><br />Now that is funny. Nobody knows that I write. Not even my family members. Except a few friends at my club in mocha...<br /><br />‘Aren’t you that famous author?’ she asked again<br /><br />The word famous made it funnier. I am not a published author and have never published any of those good for nothing stuff. I thought my foot was going an inch up in air because of all those praise.<br /><br />‘How do you know I write?’ I asked her<br /><br />‘I follow your personal blog. I liked your poem ‘Dusk and Dawn’ she said<br /><br />Oh good, I thought. At least I have a fan. That too in a girl. Moreover, this girl at the opposite door, my neighbor made it more soothing. She finished collecting her flowers. She looked at me. I looked at her. She smiled. I was totally swept. I remember I use to stalk her and her house since the days I have seen her. A very bad habit, I know. But could not help myself. The next question of the girl completely shocked me. She asked with the flowers in her hand, ‘Can I come in?’ This was something I did not imagine. You like the girl; you trail her, all that is okay. However, if a girl opens up straight, a person never likes it. She saw my hesitation.<br /><br />‘It’s ok. I just want to see your writings.’ she said I did not like it, but thought she would mind if I say no. Therefore, I allowed her.<br /><br />We came in. Only we two. There was no one else at home. My desktop is in my bedroom. So we went in. She kept the hibiscus flowers on the desktop table. I opened my folder and showed her everything. Poems, short stories, essays, articles and the latest book that I am working on. She liked it gave me useful comments. I have never showed up so many things of mine to anyone like this. While showing my works and discussing it, my hand touched her hand. They were smooth. I wondered anything more would happen like in all those movies. I think our bollywood heroes are luckier. She was surfing on more of my works. I went a bit close to her. I observed her face. Very fresh, very fair- like milk, like an actress.<br /><br />Her eyes were beautiful like SONAM KAPOORS. Her aquiline nose was like PRIYANKA CHOPRA. Her lips like DEEPIKA PADUKONE. She is sexy and sultry like BIBASAH BASU. A beautiful charming angel is sitting next by to me. I am the luckiest guy in the world. I could not take it any more. I closed my eyes for about five seconds. I opened my eyes and observed her again. The charm and every thing have vanished. The girls face was looking more serious. Her fair complexion has changed red in colour. I could not understand what was happening. I looked into the monitor to figure out what was she reading. It was a story on ghost that I had written some time ago. I tried to hide my laugh. She is getting scared reading it. My writings definitely have an impact.<br /><br />‘Do you like ghost stories?’ I asked<br /><br />‘Do you like?’ she short back looking into the monitor.<br /><br />‘Yes’ I said<br /><br />She turned her face towards me. ‘You like?’ she asked<br /><br />I bent my head twice saying yes.<br /><br />‘How about seeing a real ghost?’ she asked<br /><br />‘I like that too’ I said, though I was sure I would pee, the moment that happens.<br /><br />The girl bent her head and lifted it up. Then she got up from the chair and said; ‘I am a ghost.’<br /><br />I caught my stomach and started laughing. But there she was, her face and expression changed. Sonam kapoors beautiful eyes disappeared. It turned coal red. There was no aquiline nose of Priyanka chopra. Only a hole. No lips of Deepika padukone, only sharp biting teeth’s. No sexy body like Bipasha Basu- but skeleton of bones. Her soft hand that I had touched was not there. She laughed horribly and it echoed in my bedroom. The girl next door: my neighbor is a ghost. All of a sudden, she just disappeared.<br /><br />‘Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..................’ I yelled and fell of from my chair.<br /><br />I woke up. I was lying on my cot. It was a lazy Sunday morning. I looked at my desktop. The monitor was off.<br /><br />‘Thank god, it was only a damn dream.’ I said to myself<br /><br />I sat on my chair and peeped through the window. I looked at the house of the girl next door. There was no one there. My next neighbour observed me and asked ‘What are you looking at?’<br /><br />‘Nothing’ I said and smiled. I was relived a lot. I switched on my desktop. I thought of the dream and my foolishness in getting unnecessarily so scared. After all ‘Illusion is the creation of mind and fact is the invention of wisdom.’<br /><br />Then I saw something on the desktop table.<br /><br />There was a bunch of hibiscus flowers.<br /><br />****<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="color:#996633;">“DO NOT GO BY THE STORY. IT IS A TRUE EXPIERENCE. WHAT? I AM ONLY TELLING THE GIRL NEXT DOOR: MY NEIGHBOUR IS NOT A FANTASY. SHE IS REAL AND I OBSERVE HER EVERYDAY.<br /><br /><br /></span>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-48719600109256306482009-06-12T00:55:00.000-07:002009-06-12T00:57:35.097-07:00CONFESSION OF A PORN STAR<span style="color:#ff0000;">I dun no- I like it I do not like it.<br /><br />I do it. I do not want to do it.<br /><br />I am in this; I am into this, dun no how.<br /><br />The choice was purely mine.<br /><br />Choice to come off it is again mine,<br /><br />But not able to make a one,<br /><br />I am an entertainer and I entertain.<br /><br />Do I loose my soul? No, I don’t,<br /><br />We are professionals. It is a profession. No guilt,<br /><br />Then but I dun no.<br /><br />I do it. I am doing it.<br /><br />There are times, I dun like my co-pair<br /><br />No choice, I concentrate on his nails, fingers<br /><br />I am paid, No not as of from him. From the people,<br /><br />Who sells my visuals – I am no prostitute<br /><br />I am an entertainer<br /><br />I like it.<br /><br />I dun no!</span>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-76114638485882917682009-06-12T00:52:00.000-07:002009-06-12T00:54:38.470-07:00YELLOWWW<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFGhR_TLqt7B3cW2ilJGW0pgwlT11BWKBJAVG601R2-zEU8OmxtS9O3r4Gp9kGbhvwBUkC8C4MYiIG1QIAi0dTUaAZKV8VArJnT7mE-lHOOd9HA8IglGf27MgdgrEc7LNgmrW_1MegM4/s1600-h/yellow+flowers.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346346164092160818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFGhR_TLqt7B3cW2ilJGW0pgwlT11BWKBJAVG601R2-zEU8OmxtS9O3r4Gp9kGbhvwBUkC8C4MYiIG1QIAi0dTUaAZKV8VArJnT7mE-lHOOd9HA8IglGf27MgdgrEc7LNgmrW_1MegM4/s320/yellow+flowers.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Yellow yellow, dirty fellow<br /><br />Dirty fellow, yellow yellow<br /><br />Mish it is- the yellow colour<br /><br />And this colour I like<br /><br />Yellow yellow -But I am not a dirty fellow.</span><br /> </div>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-43464454930064480962009-06-12T00:48:00.000-07:002009-06-15T21:45:10.869-07:00THE TREES: ENVIRONMENT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2fPAuxPPizgI5OUR2UW516EZiWr9EyfUOJFjVwZMdvBgN64Uubq9bbnMSuXIaudDU1d48z-xZo7PAA-Zc8SOeUI15vQ4chEFpp7CGB0HEqb4ucUJ2T89jqkqvrvNrS-kBbHtVkNL9so/s1600-h/tree.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346345551716298386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2fPAuxPPizgI5OUR2UW516EZiWr9EyfUOJFjVwZMdvBgN64Uubq9bbnMSuXIaudDU1d48z-xZo7PAA-Zc8SOeUI15vQ4chEFpp7CGB0HEqb4ucUJ2T89jqkqvrvNrS-kBbHtVkNL9so/s320/tree.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#009900;">Lush greenery, we are in abode.<br /><br />Life in a paradise, Breath in paradise<br /><br />Then the intelligent species grew up,<br /><br />Chopping creation of Mother Nature,<br /><br />Greenery in heaven disappeared the valley appeared<br /><br />No tone to breath, no space to go<br /><br />Chopping and callous the heritage falls<br /><br />It continues. No one follows<br /><br />Time; Mother Nature would spring back.<br /><br />Back off, back off and save the species, save the valley.</span></div>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121520100247271140.post-39444718021742782492009-06-12T00:47:00.000-07:002009-06-12T00:48:51.683-07:00MANGOES<span style="color:#ffcc66;">Yellow it is, green it is,<br /><br />Array of shapes, array of names<br /><br />Juicy it is, sweet it is, and tasty it is.<br /><br />I am a mango. Not a tango<br /><br />Bingo- people like mangoes,<br /><br />Lingo- they like mangoes,<br /><br />King of fruits I am<br /><br />I am a mango.</span>sreekumar nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763471908053900365noreply@blogger.com0