tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72051496190177277142012-01-05T22:20:20.751-08:00madhav's chirographThis is MADHAVARAJAN's blog page, wherein i have plans to exhibit my creative skills especially in the areas of story writing. All stories and articles that come in this page would be original and my own brain. My blog has few more pages (click OTHER PAGES)i would like you to see all my articles and post your valuable commentsmadhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-68221001809736817872011-12-08T08:43:00.000-08:002011-12-08T08:43:01.487-08:00நான் உறைந்தேன் எங்கே போகலாம் என்றால் எதோ ஒரு கோவிலுக்கு என்பது அவள் பதிலாக இருக்கும். ஒரு நாள் அவள் ஆசைக்கினங்க ஒரு கோவிலுக்கு அழைத்துச் சென்றேன். அவள் அந்த கோவிலுக்கு புதிது, நானும் தான். நான் அந்த கோவிலின் வழிப்போக்கன் மட்டுமே.
"நேத்து இந்த கோவிலுக்கு வந்தேன் உனக்கும் புடிக்கும்ம்னு தோனுச்சு... இனிக்கு வந்துட்ட", காதலியிடம் பொய் சொல்வதும் ஒரு சுகம்தான்.
"பரவாலையே நல்ல பெரிய madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-54725599160256874722011-08-10T07:19:00.000-07:002011-08-10T07:19:51.182-07:00துணை
நனைந்த படி வாகனம் ஓட்டி வந்தேன்
மழைத்துளிகள் துணை நின்றன
என் கண்ணீர்த்துளிகளுக்கு...
madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-32389192663364659442011-08-09T07:50:00.000-07:002011-08-09T07:50:31.568-07:00அவளின் திருவிளையாடல்
அவள் கைக்குட்டை போல்
என் மனதையும் வைத்து விளையாடுகிறாள்
என்னவளின் திருவிளையாடல்களில் இதுவும் ஒன்று madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-38602432811102856982011-02-18T06:28:00.000-08:002011-02-18T06:28:59.553-08:00வாசனை!காலையில் குளித்து விட்டு, எனக்கு பிடித்த வாசனை திரவியம்
தடவிவிட்டு அவள் அருகில் செல்வேன்
புதிதாய் தோண்டி எடுத்த கேரட் போல.
அவளோ குளிக்காமல், சோம்பல் முரிதுக்கொண்டிருப்பால்,
வியர்வை வாடையும், அவளுக்கே உருதான வாடயும்மாய்
சோம்பல் முறித்து மலர்ந்த மொட்டு போல.
அரை மணி நேர படுக்கை கூடலேரும்
இருவரும் madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-11922908740240233782010-09-17T08:22:00.001-07:002010-09-17T08:22:17.438-07:00Punishment in Kindergarten - Kamala Das
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சிறிதாக சண்டையிட்டோம்
அட அதற்காக என்னை
திரும்பிக்கூட பார்க்க மறுக்கிறாள்
இந்த தாண்டவ திமிருக்காகவும்
காதலிக்கிறேன் நான்
அவளை!madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-3813532128444121982010-02-14T08:38:00.000-08:002010-02-14T08:41:29.406-08:00Goodbye Party to Miss Pushpa T.S.IntroductionNizim Ezekiel, a famous Indian poet, makes fun at Indians and their way of using English. Indians have their own use of English, which is different. This poem ridicules the Indian functions and the funny behaviour of Indian speakers.The poem is about a send-off party to Miss Pushpa, who goes to abroad. Her colleagues have gathered at one place to wish her bon voyage. One speaker, madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-63592986620736874852010-02-14T08:36:00.000-08:002010-02-14T08:37:57.599-08:00Good MannersIntroductionJ. C. Hill is a famous English writer. J. C. Hill’s Good Manners is an extract from his famous book An Introduction to Citizenship. This essay talks about the manners one should have in the society. The story of the young manThe author opens the essay with a story of a young man. The young man would be very proud of himself. He would be selfish. He never minds about others. Oncemadhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-22565298048193221782010-02-14T08:32:00.000-08:002010-02-14T08:35:40.949-08:00The ProgressIntroductionSt. John Ervine's The Progress is a deeply moving anti-war play. It presents before us the crudeness of war and its aftermath. The play in itself carries a war raged against the scientific progress that is happening all over the world to shatter human kind, into pieces.Professor CorrieThroughout the play, we could find Prof. Corrie busy with his experiments, formulae and mumbles. madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-68587094347119467312010-02-14T08:27:00.000-08:002010-02-14T08:30:48.634-08:00The Pie and the TartIntroductionHugh Chesterman’s play The Pie and the Tart is set in 15th century France. It portrays the then French life in a humorous way. The condition of Jean and PierreJohn and Pierre are beggars. As the play opens, they pity themselves for not having taken food for the past few days. Pierre and Jean are roaming in the street because they do not have a house. They both talk about their madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-2973459732376910202009-12-20T08:53:00.000-08:002009-12-20T09:04:05.603-08:00Love Stor(e)yI got into the lift (elevator)............................It............................Went............................Down............. She entered............................I............................Wentnear............................Her...........Another entered............................She............................Went............................NearhimGround floor - - - they went..madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-75032448022712289042009-10-14T07:30:00.000-07:002009-10-14T07:32:49.098-07:00Zen in me - 1Marching Forward Unmindfully I was driving my vehicle, in a busy road, at a busy time. I drove with great care and regular pace-40km/hr. A man behind me kept blowing his horn. The road was wide; there was no one on my sides. The man kept blowing his horn. I kept moving at my regular pace. The man kept blowing his horn.madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-39164175384140005252009-09-07T06:06:00.000-07:002009-09-07T06:17:48.447-07:00Cup Sssssssssip An artistic creation, in my hands!I take her and she slides as I wishTransparent, nothing she hid from me Now she lays openStill she is clasped by meShe readily unfolds her warmthMy lips rubbed hersI utterly nestle and succumb to herMy fingers keep running over her ribs She quenches my thirst and is empty nowTen minutes, everything ended between us“Once hot and now arctic”, I mutterI threw her madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-16185842643761526122009-08-23T09:36:00.000-07:002009-08-23T09:41:03.148-07:00A Dream I DreamI had a dream…I was with a girl! (let me name her as Maya)… We, Maya and me, are in a beach, an unknown beach, with vivid water reflecting the sky. The sea is blue, a clear blue, exposing its corals and inhabitants to the outer world. Eagles and albatross keep flying hither and thither but never wish to take a plight into the water and scoop their prey. They maintain the serene atmosphere by madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-9237877750986312172009-05-28T09:04:00.000-07:002009-05-28T09:30:08.574-07:00மதுரையில்... (Madurai)அன்று: கொடிகம்பத்தில் ஏறி ஆடியது.இன்று:பேருந்து ஜன்னல் வலியே "ஏதோ" ஒரு பெண்ணின் துப்பட்டா ஆடுகிறது.அன்று: வராதே ஆபத்து காத்திருக்கிறது என்றது.இன்று: என்னை மட்டும் பார்கதே என்னை போல் நான்கு பக்கமும் பார்த்து வண்டியை ஒட்டு என்கிறது.அன்று:கோவலன்.இன்று: மாதவன்.அவன்: இறந்தான்.இவன்: ( எதிரே வந்த வண்டியை) இடித்து விழுந்தான் !அன்று:கண்ணகி மதுரையை எரித்தால்.இன்று: கண் அழகி என்னை கண்டு கொள்ளாமல் செல்கிறாள்!madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-52975307905984764332009-05-01T07:40:00.000-07:002009-05-01T07:59:24.742-07:00நரகம்இக்கதையில் வரும் அனைத்தும் கற்பனையே... (தப்பா எடுத்துக்காதிங்க )காலை வெயில் உடம்பிற்கு நல்லது என்பார்கள் உனது காலை வணக்கத்தை சுமந்து வரும் குறுந்தகவல் (SMS) எனக்கு அதைப்போன்றதே. உனது காலை வணக்கம் என்ற இரு வார்த்தைகள் என் நாட்களை தீர்மானிக்கின்றன. என் நாட்களை முடித்து வைப்பதும் அவளுடைய வார்த்தைகள் தான். " கோ டு ஹெல்" ("Go to HELL") இரண்டு நாட்களுக்கு முன் அவளிடம் இருந்து வந்த குறுந்தகவல் (SMS).madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-87007016206033494232009-01-05T07:36:00.000-08:002009-01-05T07:42:51.644-08:00Daily LessonsMadhav's diary26th December 2008 – The dawn with a run of the mill opening. It is a holiday and I got up late. Holidays are for it, I unfalteringly believe. The day, a sunny one, faded in its own way. I did work proactively preparing for future lectures. I prepared a ppt presentation on NON-FINITE verbs, a real good work I think. Dusk showed its face and I planned to go town to get new books for madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-48493512291789381652008-12-11T05:40:00.000-08:002008-12-11T07:00:23.437-08:00spitting Hi this is my debut poem in English. I wrote this when I was pursuing my M.A. in the American College, Madurai. I still remember those days…Dr. Love taking us to Kodai International School. This poem is special for me not because it is first ever try, but this is my only work that has some social flavor in it. I hate people spitting on the roads, especially when I walk or drive. Now you must madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-4053765364989616502008-09-20T23:41:00.000-07:002008-10-04T19:48:15.465-07:00earring - cryings!A thin streak of gold,dropping down her ears - holding a shinning bead,like my tear treading down my cheeks!madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-16519113096691724742008-05-24T04:33:00.000-07:002008-05-24T04:35:51.878-07:00WriggledI have perceived, always perceived, an old saying that diktats a verity that if you do evil to someone in the morning, it vaults back to you the very same evening. For better understanding, I allude to Newton, who says, “for each and every action there is an equal and opposite reaction”. It is true I would say for I experienced it. I did (often do) vice and got it back to me the very same day.madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-38071139187363374382008-04-05T07:04:00.001-07:002008-04-05T07:11:40.409-07:00Love drama (trauma) Beginning:She spoke, I smiled. Middle: She spoke, I spoke. End: She spoke,madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-24027135650156810152008-01-09T06:45:00.000-08:002008-01-09T06:46:55.242-08:00THE SILVER IDOL - an one act playThe play The Silver Idol by James R. Waugh is about a silver idol that Jack brings from India. The play depicts the Westerner’s view of Eastern countries. The play takes place in the drawing hall of Mr. & Mrs. Pryde’s home. As the play opens, one could see Mr. & Mrs. Pryde’s family busying themselves to receive Jack. Betty, who is engaged to Jack, is preparing herself to meet Jack. Harold,madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-92165925665066730552007-11-13T01:51:00.000-08:002007-11-13T01:53:42.387-08:00Not a Nightmare!People, especially all the new friends of Durga, cornered her with the interrogation, “why do you stay alone in your room?” They sometimes shoot the same question as, “why don’t you share room with other staff members?”, for all these typical queries pat comes an answer from her mouth, “I like to be alone. It gives me freedom and independence.”“Let me see how long you’re going to repeat the madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-79688316370589043702007-09-29T01:48:00.000-07:002007-09-29T01:57:30.191-07:00Mock(ed) InterviewIt is our habit, as Soft skills Trainers, to conduct Mock Interview sessions to our 'beloved' students. Here follows one such occasion wherein a student thrilled me with his exciting answer.Me: Tell something about you.Pat came an excellent answer with his name, academic background, family background, achievements and he ended saying, "my hobbies are playing cricket and listening to music"Me: madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-47164608041612981792007-08-22T22:16:00.000-07:002007-08-22T22:48:17.201-07:00I got independence!This is an excerpt from my personal diary. Usually a personal diary will not let others to barge into it. But I’m letting out this page of mine because I felt it to be funny and my little brain thought everybody would experience such situations in their life and I would find me one with you. Now it’s high time for me to take you into my page. Here we go…August 15, 2007 Wednesday9.00am India’s madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-25632711949400330822007-08-06T21:15:00.000-07:002007-08-08T02:00:08.105-07:00RÉSUMÉ writing made easyEvery student goes to college regularly, attends his/her classes with certain convictions, does his work (studies) with utmost sincerity. These are the normal phenomena of today’s students. One more new point that has appended itself in the above LIST OF ACTIVITIES of our students is résumé writing. No graduate is exempted from preparing a résumé as they leave their college and enter the gates ofmadhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-19859904537408706152007-07-22T23:37:00.000-07:002007-09-26T02:25:53.035-07:00BPO projects - earn by staying in homeHello the following is a BPO project distributed by few of my best students who have their BPO basement at Coimbatore, Tamilnadu. I have given here the whole detail of the projects and if you wish to earn money you can go ahead contacting Mr. Dinesh.The Project details are as follows:ICONIXTECHNOLOGYS COIMBATOREALL PROJECTS ARE FOR HOME BASED ONLYAVAILABLE PROJECTS:PROJECT: DATA CONVERSION:CODE: madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-65777249134194638652007-07-06T03:22:00.000-07:002007-07-06T03:28:18.781-07:00Bus buzz!Travelling in our college bus has inspired me to write many stories. Here follows a narration of a small situation or an incident that turned out the whole of the passengers (hope you too) into a roar of laughter.Bus - In charge: It is been decided by the transport section that all you people should board the bus from tomorrow 5 minutes earlier than the regular timing.An Anonymous Voice: Okay madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-81994921985616685582007-06-25T23:24:00.000-07:002007-06-25T23:27:34.713-07:00THAMARAI - A short story“Everything! Everything is going to end by today”, thought Soori happily and haughtily years before as he walked towards the decorated seat by wearing silk dhoti and silk shirt. That was the costliest attire sticking to his skin then and even today. He got engaged to Thamarai three months back. Those three months was like thirty long years to Soori. Soori would always welcome the evenings madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-47742693308708014322007-04-19T01:29:00.000-07:002007-04-19T01:32:12.688-07:00Hoo ey File"My results have come.""Wow! Sounds good…congratulations. You've proved yourself once again", idolized my honcho.These cherishing words of my boss harboured so many wrinkles in my face. It's at this juncture I thought of reality. "Hey what happened? After all it’s an occasion to be celebrated.""It's a thing to be celebrated but not in your point of view sir", replied I to avoid many other madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205149619017727714.post-37795865697376386802007-02-27T02:30:00.000-08:002007-02-27T02:39:33.230-08:00A small JOKERecent days I receive many messages from my students (I'm a lecturer) with no names. I got to become 007 and find who they are. Here is a small message, I call it a joke, I received from a student. Hope you enjoy reading it.My mobile beeped: Did you remember me?His mobile would have beeped: No. I don't know who you are. Ur English is bad. It is not did you but it is DO YOU REMEMBER me... madhavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07297403061194030718noreply@blogger.com3