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23rd October
Cricket, Development and India’s Fandom
In search of happiness
Reversal is complete. The killer has become the martyr. Thinker has become thoughtless. Writer is at a loss for words. His world has turned upside down. The prevalent thinking mars the Ram Rajya. Nehru is to be blamed. Why was he Gandhi's favorite? The twin some not only partitioned the nation but the nation fell into the wrong hands. Some seventy years wasted.
Celebration of the Father of the Nation's birthday not so pronounced
Let me tell a puranic story.
Kurai onrum illai (no worries) the song composed by non-other than Rajaji as he was fondly remembered and rendered by incomparable MS came floating in the air played in Nadaswaram. I marched eagerly towards the balcony to catch a glimpse of the player of this music. There he was the artist mendicant accompanied by the decorated bull. Memories came flooding from the childhood. Then he was called boom boom Mattukaran (mattukaran meaning man with the bull) and the boom boom referring to the drum he used to carry. My grandmother would give some food and money. He would go door to door.
She opened her Swiggy app and ordered. It said delivery in thirty minutes. Meera was already drooling. Assortment of Kebabs, biriyani, dal makhani, parota, desserts. All this for Rs 500 with a discount.
Modi hai toh mumkin hai!! The crowds chanted in a crescendo.
Lake water green with envy, up and above, of the blue sky
I am a writer who writes in a flash
Raghavan got up from his bed grumpy. Sleep eluded him the previous night. His program rating were gravitating down and the pressure was building up. He went through the motion of getting ready to office when his wife Radhika announced that her parents were descending from Chennai for a few days. Raghavan's irritation grew leaps and bounds.
When it comes to poetry I am no prodigy
Nation: A Notion
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