A little blog of Stories, Short Stories & Mini Stories -Sadar Moonniyur: November 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

(The mini story below is dedicated again to Ms. Asiya - a Junior Scientist who won the contest posted on this blog earlier.)

MLM - A Dubai Meditation

After a long long time, I met him yesterday in a Malabari cafe in Dubai. He looked smart, more healthy and energetic. His eyes were shining with joy. No black rings under his eyes like b4. He appeared to be so light hearted. 2-3 lines of a famous Hindi song I heard from him.

Sure! He's perfectly tuned well with Nature, enjoying the light, colors, beauty... & everything! I could even feel an Aura around his body.

I asked him: "So u got a better job?"
"No": He

I thought someone helped him to build his dream house, but he told it's still a far dream! His face sad: "I dont think i can make it in the near future".

"So, what's the secret? You have many problems, financial! ... and u r away from ur family. long hours of troublesome work. But even then, u look so happy and joyful?

He served me a glass of orange juice. "Ok, that I will tell you next week".

I was waiting like anything for that day. It was a Friday -my holiday in Dubai. He took me to a big hall where spread a dim light and I saw there several Professionals, high profile people - ALL well dressed and smart looking.

After a while A Leader appeared on the stage who looked like an exact fotocopy of a Super Star. He ordered all of us to close our eyes.....and then we are suggested to imagine that we're all in our newly built dream house (it costs millions) which is in the center of a very beautiful Garden with cute colorful flowers and butterflies.

He asked us: "Which car do u want to drive?"
I answered him it is BMW I wish, but my friend drove Rolls Royce, and each one selected according to his taste.

Then A bold tone suggested us that we're getting continuous income and high revenue from our downlines even when we're relaxing lazily in our garden chairs! Suddenly some spill over came and we're piled up with big bucks & huge money and
we saw that our Bank account has been overflowing with tons of cash!

He (our leader) declared: This is MLM (Multi level marketing)! The golden tool of future to offer you what you wish in your life in this world.

Really, I forgot all my troubles in that river of joy, and took an elaborate bath in it. It made me in an ecstasy when i thought of countless money flowing thru my left and right wings!

Oh! when came out of the Hall, I noticed in the mirror, my face: it's also shining with joy like that of my friend!

See the power of MLM meditation!

(Notes: Malabari - People from Malabar - a part of Kerala (India)

Aura - a field of luminous radiation around a person or object, or reflection of bioenergy level)

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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Hi,
.....Ok, Now...

MLM stands for what?

Answer now so that I can dedicate my next posting 4 u!

Search 4 anything Here - Sadar

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The posting below is dedicated to Mr. Chandra Swami (Sekhar) whom I found reflecting a sense of eternal joy in his eyes derived from a super conscious level out of self knowledge - I think. He works in Dubai

-- A poem born on a bus ride in Dubai

Lost in Dubai:

I'm on a wooden bench in Creek now,
Enjoying the water vessels
Riding like golden swans..

wow! they're made of beauty and charm

...then a wonder bus entered on the waters
after a lazy road ride..

Oh! it's an amphibian

The enchanting colors & lights seemed
They're made out of a dream!

The romantic Arabian music-
is heard then from a nearby cafe
..and the Sheisha smokes relaxed my burning nerves

The gigantic buildings around

Marked -the mighty Technological advancements

My Metro - gave me a fancy ride on the ground
in the air, and hurray! under water!

When I looked behind;-
I love it! the Heritage Village!!
It invited me back to the History

There's everything there 4 u
to clock you back many years!

The village man pouring water in his field

His stony muddy well, a Mighty darkish Ox,

an innocent looking camel

- all those are from Past -really.

Tasted the sweets in a palm leaves hut-

made by those village ladies in the Past

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Mini story: A Gandhian in Parakkav

Hi all...

The posting below is dedicated to my friend Mr. Rejikumar who's a wonderful Artist and Mural Painter working in Dubai. He's a Freelancer

.....that day was bright and colorful. I was very glad and thinking what to do..

Suddenly, i have an idea of visiting that small shop which stood very near to my home.

It's an old shop with unpainted walls, there was no dandy glass doors infront. Some local Political Parties embossed their symbols on its side wall. The bottles which contained sweets attracted many kids in nearby homes. Moms could control their kids pointing to these jars which have colorful chocolates and in different shapes. Village people sat there lazily but worrying about the rising price of common things.

There He sat! He wore no shirt! Only a simple 'Kaili' (A cotton piece instead of Pant for men) and no chappals he used!

I said "Hello" to him, and he became so delighted seeing me after a long time. He: "Oh my son! where u lost in these days?"

Suddenly we became so much engaged discussing about 'Cloud Computing'
- a new trend in IT (Users do not have to setup expensive IT infrastructure or resources, but it can be shared online).

He surprised what a change it would bring in near future, but our ongoing ideas exchange has been interrupted by a small girl who asked him to give her 1 kg tomato.

He told her: "Oh! girl, No I have no stock". (He was lazy to pack it), but she found it inside the shop, & showed him that tomato basket, and he was forced to give her that at last.

I wondered why he's in a small village shop, "Dont u want to work in big Companies?"

He told me, "Hi Sadaru, I love to be near my small hut, drinking pure porridge (rice soup) whenever I want. Fish sellers bring me fresh ones to my home. I can be at the ecstasy of Sun kiss when I'm half naked. I enjoy organic vegetables cultivated in my land".

........at that spot, his youngest daughter came with a bottle of fresh coconut juice! He served me a glass: "See, this is my life!"

--with love

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