Sunday, December 5, 2010

The mini story below is respectfully dedicated to Mr. Rajesh Kumar K.R whom I found a Genuine Service Provider in Custom Software development, Web design & development and SEO services in Cochin Kerala, India. You can visit the website www.dazzlingit.com. for details.



Lonely Tree and a Pretty Bird


There stood a gigantic tree in a lonely area near a dull and dusty mountain rock. It looked so sad and its branches were ugly, dehydrated and it's having no leaves at all. It appeared as if it was in deep grief out of bitter solitude.

Then a bird was seen flying towards it and slowly sat comfortably on one of the branches. Surprisingly with the colorful feathery bird's presence, the branches got stunning greenish.

After a while, that pretty winged bird chirped looking the lonely tree, then the tree became live and thrilling that time.

After, the bird touched the branch with its beautiful beak and the whole tree became magically colorful with full of fragrant flowers.


Even though full flowered, the tree got afraid; it asked: "Do you charge a heavy fee for your service?"

The bird couldn't bear it: "Do you think I'm like a modern university or self financing college?"


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The lonely tree - One without knowledge
Pretty bird - Universal knowledge

-- with luv

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Thursday, September 30, 2010

The mini story below is dedicated to Mr. Lathish Shankar (Gonikoppa, Kudaku) who's a story writer and a horror novelist. His latest story "The lady in the moon light" shows how he can explore things microscopically -an ability which an artist should possess. You can go thru his latest work on www.booksie.com/lathish.





Mr. Kutty in ICU
 


Mr. Maliyakkal Pockerkutty (M. P. Kutty) is taken to ICU of a Multi Speciality Hospital in Kozhikode!

The news shocked me much...

Mr. Pockerkutty is a very rich business man and he has several Cafeteria (tea shop) in Al Qurayyath, Tabuk, and Jeddah (cities of Saudi Arabia). He's a close neighbor to me in Parakkav. (Moonniyur -Malappuram)

He flied to Gulf just after his secondary school studies, he didn't wait for the exam result to come, as he became afraid that it may not be favorable to him.

He got realized soon that he can be successful to a great extend in catering -hotel- Business field.

His calculation was exactly true! Within a few years, he could start a series of tea shops and hotels in the Kingdom.

He's landed here for a 6 months 'Khurooj Aoda' (Re-entry). I met him last week, but he looked very healthy, but how it happened he became hospitalized?

I was thinking and totally confused with the news.

 I've a Vodafone with me, so i decided to call his home.

Luckily I got his mom on the other side...

"Hello, Mom, I'm confused, what happened to Kutty?"

"Oh, my son, He was quite well, but he felt dizziness and head ache
yesterday"

She told me there was a party at home with a diverse dish items; they served chicken biriyani with mutton special and beaf roasted. River fish fry was the other side dish. Ice cream was the next item, and they concluded at last with a delicious milky drink ('Payasam').

Soon after the intake of all the variety items, he felt bad.

He was taken immediately to a local hospital in Parakkadavu, and when examined him, the Doctor knew that it's only an indigestion problem.
 

A lemon drink or a Ginger juice will do the cure.

The Doctor asked him: "Where do you work?"

"I'm a businessman in Gulf"

When heard he's Gulf businessman, the Doctor immediately referred him -Mr. Maliyakkal Pocker Kutty - to a Super Specialiy Hospital in Kozhikode.
              ...........and he's in between a series of expensive medical checkups, NOW.


--with luv

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Friday, August 20, 2010

The face tells everything...I remembered this fact when i met the popular Malayalam actress Ms. Bhama. A beautiful Malayalam face which reflects a real village beauty and innocence. So humble and elegant in manners. The mini story below is respectfully dedicated to Ms. Bhama and her sister Ms. Reshmi, and brother Mr. Jai.  






Flowers and Colors   - Onam Memories 

When I looked around, that land was so much amazing with variety flowers! 
rare colors, real charm! butterflies are dancing, birds are there made of immense beauty.

Who designed upon them? A great Photoshop work!

There was a fence and small bushes there in one corner.. dragon flies are there plenty. I wished to catch them.

A small house stood there with a big mango tree in front. Some children swinging, girls are dancing..a kerala style dance.

Then...some traditional gentlemen and ladies appeared; they serve themselves and having an elaborate lunch with a much variety of dishes..

Wow.. what a surprise! what a colorful sight.. what a bright and happy day?!

"Your time is over:" The girl in the cafe notified me.

"Oh" I stopped viewing the Onam - a famous kerala festival- views on the Net.

I paid the charges.

                                 "Thank you" she told me.

When looked into her eyes for a while, i realized suddenly -those are the same eyes... i peeped into my early childhood days and found there my childhood friend; those nostalgic days, colorful Onam with all family members..

After browsing, I headed towards a snacks bar avoiding the big gutters on the road. 

The town was so much congested with muddy and noisy roads. The polluted air gave me a drowsiness. Millions of vehicles disturbed me much...

..... I felt LOST in my enchanting Onam views with a lavish dish online while I'm having a simple burger in the coffee bar with no other side dishes,
                            ..... even though still it's very expensive.

Happy ONAM to all my readers... 
--Sadar

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Sunday, July 4, 2010





The mini story below is dedicated to Mr. Rahman whom I found very much dedicated to bring ideas and concepts on Design and Graphics. The online Magazine -inStyle keralam which he published recently was an amazing one and presents an entirely new online reading experience. 
  
Positive and Optimistic: An Executive's Tale

I have never seen a person so optimistic like Mr. Rajeev. He is very cheerful and his face always looked bright and brilliant.

He sees everyday so many people who discourages him, somebody laughed at him, and still some others shut their office doors against his face.
One day he visited a Construction Company and the guy there pleaded him: "Could you leave me alone? I'm too much busy". 

He was a quite stranger  and an alien in every office he visited, and he felt it badly. No one gave him a smiling or an encouraging face.

Even though the things are like this, Mr. Rajeev loved his job of marketing. He could meet different people, visit so many new places. He could feel sun outside and when sunrays embraced his body, he knew it. The other thing he liked was the abundant fresh air he could intake when walking out. The travel mania hidden inside him was another reason he opted this career.
 I got that our marketing friend can never be static in an office chair sitting between walls. His dream was always that of birds flying from tree to tree.   
He moved from place to place, building to building, office to office without a rest, enjoying different dishes served in various restaurants, out of perfect hunger while working hard in the sun. He believed the physical work should be an inevitable part to make us fit, like in our ancient days.

The executive –Mr. Rajeev is glad and enjoying all he's doing until meets his BOSS in the office, evening. See his field visit report: 


June
   -23: Visited a chemical company, Boss is out to attend a conference
    -24: Tehnical college: No requirement right now
    -25: Travel Agency: They've their own wing for any operation
    -26: Another company: They'll call us upon requirement.
    -27: A Business Avenue: No Sales people allowed.

--with luv
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010


The story below is dedicated to Mr. Jaleel (Kunha) - young, energetic and a workholic person but still hides a funny and humorous mind within him. He's a wide reader & a pure vegetarian if a non-veg. diet is not available. Works in Saudi Arabia and after all, my brother in law.

An Artist in the Town

It was a summer day and I was on a journey back to Kozhikode from Thiruvananthapuram (Capital of Kerala). The scenery outside was seductive and the landscape was enchanting with eye-soothing greenish colors everywhere. Whenever the bus getting speedy, my mind was also working faster and rigorously to create new ideas and concepts. I always felt that travelling could bring us more fresh thoughts and feelings.


But, my dreams were suddenly interrupted by a sudden slow down of our vehicle and when looked out, i found there a massive rally of a local Political Party going on. The road was blocked and it might take hours to clear up. My inner mind stopped working and felt bored. I looked around simply.. then noticed the passenger beside me, and began to watch his features 4 a while.


"Hi, if you don't mind, are you an artist? working online, and spending hours surfing in a cafe?" i asked him.


With wonder he replied: "Exactly my brother, but how did u know it?"


I explained my findings to him: "You're a lean and tall fellow with long, end curved nose and a wide forehead, you've thin and long fingers. Your thick beard is not properly cared & you're in a simple dress. You've long hanging hairs also. These signs show that you may be an artist".


"Then how did u come to know that I work online and in a cafe?" He asked.


"That's nothing. There's a significant dark circles under your eyes, due to continuous exposure to Monitor, and your face looks as if it's dehydrated and so gloomy, that means you work somewhere where there is not enough air circulation, so I guessed it may be an Internet cafe. Most cafes here are not properly ventillated -you know:" I told him


"Yeah,it looks amazing! Anyhow It makes me happy chatting with u"


"Ok, I love artists. They live in earth but from Paradise! The pleasure of creation which artist experience; how lovely and divine it is! So tell me your story. How u happened to be here in this town?"


The bus was still not moving and all other passengers were bored much, but for my luck, my fellow passenger's story gave me an incredible fun and a deep insight towards life.


Let me explain it below for you:


When he was in college, he felt the pain and pleasure of doing artworks. His mind was always chatting with him; it gave him tremendous ideas each moment. He couldnt stop drawing and drawing. Attending never-ending lectures going on in the dead class rooms- it was his nightmare!


..the Chemistry lab was so hard for him, he couldn't bear the rotten egg smell of H2S (Hydrogen Sulphide), and 1 day when he was experimenting with H2SO4 (Sulphuric Acid), he accidentally burnt his hands, and couldnt bear the insult from his Professor, infront of others. That was the last day in his college life.


Then he spent his life doing some artworks.. he was just pushing his days without much earning, but he could feel the pleasure and satisfaction out of his beloved work.


Things changed altogether after his marriage. He couldn't manage the family budget at all with his little income. 1 day his wife ordered him: "Dont you think about our kids and their future?! From Salt to Sugar, everything needs money. No vegetables and no land does anyone possess now. Our kids nursery admission require thousands. Do any other work and bring more money to home"


"what kind of job? I know only drawing" He said


"Learn to do any job, Work even as a Porotta (a kind of bread) Maker-no problem! Money is an important factor in these days". She advised.





It's true! He loved to live as an aritst, but will it help him to earn much? He left the house
at that moment. He watched his hands and fingers. God given him the fingers of an artist. How can he work as a Bread Baker? All jobs are sacred, but can one do every type of job?






Then he began to search for a good job several days, but at last found the same job of a Chef in a Hotel. He tried to work there hard and sincerely only for the sake of money. Days passed, but 1 thing became very clear to him, he can't be successful in that job.


God didn't experiment him long, while he was surfing the web on one of his off-days in an Internet Cafe, one of his Facebook friends offered him a good opportunity to work as an online artist.


Now, he's very happy: earns well, he lives in that town, staying nearby a Cafe, deriving much pleasure while performing on his own duty: painting his dreams and wishes on the web. The paycheques arrive regularly to his address.


"So, why don't you buy a laptop?" I asked him


"I don't want to possess anything for myself, I want to be free and free! Ideas spring up only in a relaxed mind where there is no fear of future. The Immense pleasure I obtain myself -it's enough for me. I'm happy my friend"

The road block was cleared out and our driver put the accelerator on again and I told him: "This story I'll write anyhow"



Our bus ran faster than before, and I was thinking how to draw this story for my readers without losing its beauty.











-vth luv

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Monday, January 4, 2010

(The story below is dedicated to Mr. Ameerul Islam Chowdhury (Abbu) from whom I got nothing except pure love. When I was lonely in the desert, it was he who made my days rich with love, care, knowledge and deep philosophical sessions. Those Jeddah days were exciting -really!!)


Our Doctor's Departure


When reached Parappanangadi Railway Station, it was not too late,because the Cochin train which I intended to travel was still 2 hours late.The station was not so crowded: may be because of noon time.


Still I have 2 wait for 1 hour for my train. So I was thinking what 2 do. I wanted 2 have a strong tea and went to a small railway tea stall there. I enjoyed the great taste of tea I had from there, and... began 2 read a Magazine bought from there.

When looked the other platform, I saw our village Doctor there waiting for train and a moderate crowd around him. I was so excited to see him because I know him from my childhood. He's so special that no other Doctors I did notice like him.


He's a modern Allopathic Practitioner but still has many Ayurvedic, Homoeopathic Doctors as his friends! I found many other modern medicine people kept looking away when they're forced to face the alternate medicine doctors.


When he thought he couldnt solve some clinical cases, he did even refer it to Doctors who're may be alternate Practitioners like Nature cure People!


He didn't forget to smile at his patients -especially kids. Our village people got cured even when they felt the touch of him. He was so friendly with them and often discussed even their family issues.


He never asked money from his patients; he'll accept whatever they offered him. Sometimes our village people presented him anything they've if they dont have to pay him a penny.


Unlike other doctors, he lived in a moderate house and drove a simple car (He couldnt live in a luxurious bangalow because he refused to refer the poor patients merely for high commission to High Speciality Medical Business Centers). He believed in the service of people who're in need of his care and treatment.


When I reached the Doctor's nearby, he smiled at me with love. "Are you ok by all means? If not, I'm praying 4 u"

I replied: "Ok Sir, but where're you going leaving us?"


"China,for the higher studies in Medicine"


Eventhough little troubled and sad by his departure, I felt proud of him because our dearest village Doctor is going to China for higher studies and to attain a Specialization degree in Medicine.


I heard that all the expenses are carried out by our village people who felt the care of Doctor. We should help him because he didnt earn a huge amount squeezing the poor ones, because he believed in serving humanity only. So I also felt a great pleasure when contributed my part for his further Medical studies.

--- with luv

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