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He stood there watching my bewildered face expecting me to tell his daughter’s name. I coughed, laughed and did both too, so I could get enough seconds to retrieve me from that grave situation. My legs were trembling and my hands started to shiver so I looked down the floor and calmed a bit. But I don’t recall any name dropped out of the conversation with her before. That’s it I totally lost my cool. I had no other option but to confess the truth. I relieved a deep exhale.

Out of the blue a woman’s voice emerged from my behind saying Hey! You’re arrived. We both turned around towards the direction were the voice appeared from. She looked like an elegant middle aged woman having calm brown eyes and black cherry hair. She wore a purple silk saree which flaunting the gauzy gold necklace, that was assiduously modest to her age.

Yeah sweetheart, he said with genuine smile. Their eyes reflected immaculate love and cheer when they hugged each other.

Yeah Selvi, I just entered and met this wonderful young man here, he said. They both signed their eyes towards me.

Really? She surprised. I think it’s my duty to know about this person who interested my husband and made him say nice words, she smiled. She didn’t understand her husband’s sarcastic comment.

Wait, you don’t know him?, he’s eyes quizzed and eyebrows slanted to the single point.

OH MY GOD!! Could this be any more worse, I screamed inside in my head.

No, she paused and glazed her husband. Why? Is there

No, nothing, he cleared his throat. He’s name is Devaraj. Apparently he is our daughter’s friend, he introduced me to her before I did.

Damn it, this guy is very smart. He didn’t mention his daughter’s name knowing that I still didn’t answered him, I thought.

Oh! You’re Monica’s friend, she clasped her hands to her chin.

I can’t tell why but I heard Drums Sivamani playing in my head.

Monica. Monica I repeated in my head.

Yeah, I grinned. Yeah I’m Monica’s friend. I looked at her father with that victorious face.

I was little relaxed than the previous minute but that didn’t last for long. I looked my watch, snuck my hands into the pant pockets and slightly wavering the upper half body.

I’m sorry, I have to go now. It was nice meeting you Mrs. Huh err… I stammered and looked at her husband. Damn it I didn’t know his name. What is it today? Guess the stranger’s name day, I grimaced. It was really nice meeting you Monica’s mother, I prayed my hands.

You came here to see Monica, aren’t you? She said and continued to say something but stopped after saw the old women who approaching near us. Her name is Anuradha, only elder in that family. She looked dark, small and has an intimidating face. She must’ve crossed her sixty’s but there’s no sign of hunch on her shoulders or tremble in her walk. She was wearing dark blue silk saree and pierced gold jewels on her ears and nose.

Ruban, when did you arrive? Anuradha smiled and hugged her son. Selvi, why did you keeping him here? He must be tired and hungry, now go freshen him up breakfast are getting cold. She bossed Selvi and looked at me. Who is this kid?

He is Monica’s friend, name Devaraj, Selvi said. He came to see her, I guess, her brows rose up.

Well, she should’ve woke up by now; I’ll send someone to call her, She continued.

to be continued…



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It was cold windy weather in January. The roads were looked smoggy in the morning yet the traffic was not least expected in Porur and Vadapalani junction. The T Nagar Avenue was hopelessly crowded and seemed almost frantic. The university affiliated colleges were commenced for the even semesters after the winter vacation. The students and professors were flocking over to the college campus on the first day.

Then what happened, dude? Vishal whined over Devaraj.

The bell rang so shrilly loud in the third corridor. It was a past 9:00 am in the Monday morning the classes were commenced in most of the departments in the Jawahar engineering college yet the third year industrial engineering class room was still herded with boys with no professor.

What’s this sound? Oh! I know; I deciphered it. It said I’m going to enjoy my slow death in Digital signal processing class. Vishal mocked. I’m sorry dude, I really have to go. It’s my HOD period. That woman Hitler will bug me if I wasn’t there. I’ll catch you up in break, come to the canteen and tell the rest of your story there. Bye.

Wish I too taken an IE instead of IT, Vishal sighed by looking in the verandah where no professors shown up yet. He waved at the boys and left.

So you are planning to tell us all at once or you going to hold up till the break? Naresh asked gazing up at Devaraj who was standing before the writing desk.

Naresh is a little outsized man who has attractive chubby face and French beard. There is few rouge hair at his forehead that’ll make a little attention. He’s like the one who is so enthusiastic, jubilant and especially who knows all the shortcut routes in city.

I don’t know if you want me to tell now that’s fine. Devaraj paused when he heard heavy footsteps. Asst professor Bharath approached towards the classroom.

Or at break. Devaraj muttered faintly and stood up from bench along with others.

Yeah, in the break. Ganesh undertone too.

What? What’s in the break? Bharath demanded and entered in the classroom.

Huh…Naresh gave calculator to an IT student who is actually in the second corridor Ganesh glimpsed Naresh. He wanted to go now to get it but I told him that would be an inappropriate because the period starts, so then he intends to ask it in the break. Ganesh forged the conversation that happened. That is all Sir.

Naresh vibrantly nodded to the Bharath for agreeing the Ganesh’s statement. Then he told them all to sit.

It was Principles of Management class, the book’s author had made masterpiece of it. This book is as so effective as sleeping pill. This guy is genius in a way he wrote the whole 600 pages book under just with five topics.

It was past 25 minutes after period starts, Thirumurugan’s nappy eyes hiding behind the specs, Naresh’s head felled on the bench like a walking dead, Ganesh’s view were totally off the direction from Bharath’s figure and Devaraj glazed on and off the board and book yet grinning a little while thinking about the thing that happened two days before.

Unlike first period the second one went off quickly in spite the break bell saved them. Boys, girls and professors were herding into the canteen. IE boys suited themselves in the plastic chairs with the hot cup of teas in paper cups and couple of butter biscuits. When Vishal approached them they waved to get a chair so he can get seated too. He dragged a chair on a way to them and sat beside Ganesh. Everyone took a sip of their beverages and rested on the bench except Devaraj.

Go ahead, Vishal relaxed by deep exhale. Others took position on their level of comfort to listen. Where was I? Huh … yes! And then, Devaraj smiled viciously and took another sip.

To be continued



I wasn’t sure what I’m doing was right, but I persuasively believed that it might convince her of my absence. I found a notebook and pen from her desk. I tore a paper from the note and started to write saying,
‘I’m sorry. Don’t take me wrong, I made a mistake coming here and making out with you’.
For real? I thought. I scribbled that line. ‘Again I’m extremely sorry, Deva’. Damn, what the heck is wrong with me? I ragged.

Meanwhile, I heard her singing a song of Taylor swift’s “you belong with me” from bathroom. She’s voice was as sweet and sexy as her naked body. I was depressed that I didn’t had chance of know about her and thought, It would be nicer if I had met her some other day in beach or coffee shop. I blame you fate.
I opened the door gently and departed from her room. I didn’t perceived much of the inner décor of the home while climbed down the stairs but the ambiance of the hall felt rich; partly I glanced the some Indian architect arts were hanged on the walls. The furniture and marble tiles are exquisite and aesthetic. What she’s father doing? Diamond business in Singapore, I thought by wondered how rich their family is.
Maidens and butlers are sequentially railed from kitchen to dining hall. The foods, fruits and sweets are stalled on the dining table; it was showed up as if like a huge feast. I didn’t mind any of those, I was busy in disguising. No one was noticed me walked towards the entrance door. I literally ran on the way of the door and looked behind to make sure none of them discerned. While I was doing so I accidentally clashed with someone who was headed opposite to me. He looked familiar, the sharp pepper salt hairs, brown eyes and boxy specs. I squashed my mind to remember him. That didn’t took long, I remembered saw him in the portrait with current finance minister that hung left corner of the hall. Shit! He’s her father, I thought.
I wore a white T-Shirt and lavender shirt with buttons open; the grey black derby jeans which torn on the knee caps and thighs. He scrutinized me from head to toe. He curved down and picked my glass then gave that to me. He looked so kind and gentle. He gazed at me and smiled, whereas I tried not to sob.
I’m sorry, who are you, son? He asked with slight grin.
He wouldn’t call me “son” if he had known what I did with his daughter, I thought. Hi sir, I’m Devaraj. I offered my hand to shake. He promptly grabbed it and quaked twice. I don’t know how but I had a feeling that he intuited me well with one good hand shake.
Are you a friend of my daughter’s? He asked.
Huh, yes sir…. yes I am, I said.
There wasn’t an enough time to elude from him, any minute his daughter might show up and throw that stupid note on my face which I left on her desk.
I’ve never seen you before with my daughter. He continued. I mean, I know all her friends. You don’t look so familiar.
We’ve met recently in a book fair convention; I preferred few books for her and she preferred few for me then we became friends, I piled a false tale. What a nerd, I thought.

His face befell to tensed grave expression. Huh, you know it’s funny because my daughter didn’t like to read books, he said with bogus laugh.
I was really scared. Sweat was poured like river.
Hmm, can I ask you one thing? He said. What’s my daughter’s name?
I’m screwed. I thought. I sweated even more.
To be continued………..



I partially opened my eyes, felt very soft bed that carrying me underneath, I don’t know why; but that was so weird because I know how my uncomforting bed used to feel like. But it was different, I mean the cot was huge, the blanket was clean, the drapes are wonderful, the expensive lamps and antique clock was artful and I’m naked and there…what! Oh my god, I’m naked. I rubbed my eyes very hardly and looked once again the room vividly. This isn’t my room, I thought. My head was aching so much so I sat up. By the time I wondering what could possibly been happened to me end up here, I saw a girl head pop up from underneath the white blanket. I was petrified. What kind of sick dream is this? I scowled. Who the hell is she? Where I am? Those questions rolled over ceaselessly in my head. I know it wasn’t modest, appropriate thing to do, but if it happened what I thought that was happened then what me about to do had to be consider less. So I slowly lifted the blanket. Yep, she’s naked too. She was the first and most beautiful naked woman I’ve seen in my whole life. I sat beside her for a moment figuring out what had just happened last night, but all I could hear was her breath sound. I prayed myself that she should not wake up until I find my clothes. I found my pant at the corner of her closet, I was never so that happier when I find my pants other days. Rest of my clothes are scattered over the room as same as hers. Why I’m not remembering anything?
I promptly put on my clothes and trying hardly to remember the last night and images are slowly flashing one by one in my mind. I was on my friend’s birthday party, then; then what? I was ready to leave the room and turned to door and walked. Near the door, I saw my glass lying. I took that and put on and then it hit me something. I remember my brother gave me his glass to wear that on the party. Irony was he told me that I would get laid by any chance of that glass. While on the mid of all perplexing, I saw her impeccable face on her portrait that hung up on wall. She was so stunning, hot girl I have had ever near been with. I felt so anguish that I don’t even reminisce how I did it. It is awful, I grunted. I’ve been standing there felt pity for my desperation and you know what, I forgot to maneuver from there.
Good morning honey, she said. I was totally shocked; my heart pounced from my chest to brain. It was too late to run through the door. I slowly did an about turn and faced her. I really should have anticipated that. Oh sweet lord, she’s still naked. I was frowned, seeing woman naked in live wasn’t on my daily list. I bit my lower lip to stop from being wobbled. You wake early, huh? She said with no ounce of embarrassment. Last night, wow! What a party? We should have taped when you doing your little dance.
I danced? I thought. I tried rigidly not to look at her glowing body and stood fixedly for past ninety seconds.
She went near to the closet and pulled one robe. She covered her naked body with that and came near me. Wait here, I’ll freshen up soon. We’ve have an errand to run through. Okay?
I responded with a slight smile and nod. She halted near the bathroom door and turned towards to me and said, I still can’t fathom how someone could woke up this early when they had nine glass of tequila last night.
How could I? How? I wasn’t drunk in my whole life. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t take drugs and I had never been with a woman, except her. With a lot of question ran over in my head I saw her went to the bathroom. I didn’t know what I had to do right after the sex with stranger. She told me to wait, which by the way I can’t do that. All my audacity and nature of encountering the crisis had gone. Run, I thought. I made a terrible mistake before I left her room.
To be continued……………………….


After a long time


Beginning something after a long time is not a quite a simple job. We’ve been enthusiastically started a habit to do something different, but it had been interrupted by other habit or distraction. In so many ways long time pause could affect us. Long time after continuing gym class, reading books, even for few talking to the old friends is bit a bitter job. Over the days, months and years the practice, interest or hobby that we lost once we behold couldn’t get back at us like a second. Sometimes it’s like the slammed door while we in frustration and later we come to open, it won’t obey as of our will.

I’m taking me as an example here I’m sorry guys I couldn’t get someone, you’ve to read it out; don’t worry it’ll be quick. The thing is I love to write, but as the matter of fact we don’t expose our love to someone we share our rest of the life with. Love doesn’t work with only person to person, person to object or even person to animals and vice versa. Love as well bond to our habits too. When I started to write my first short story “my moon girlfriend” it’s like I proposed to my habit of writing. And I said to myself all the years of admiring you from afar were over and I’m going to enjoy the moments with you. It went really well in the beginning I mean I spend the lot of time with writing, we laughed, we giggled, and we even slept together I think I’m little exaggerating here. Later came this small break and begin to grow little bit little each day and suddenly I stopped writing, it means “break up or thing don’t working for us very well” since I’m personifying writing as my girlfriend. A year passed since I quit writing, every time I look a pen and paper I feel agitated of my incapability to bring back by writing habit.
Like me we all have this sort of experience with different storyline. My point is don’t waste time, there is no perfect time and there is no 5 ways or 12 guidelines to do start over your hobbies/habits.
I wish everyone a wonderful and prosperous new year, may all best come to you.
Keep imagining.





Well, first of all this subject isn’t about a scary monster. Relax it’s an idiom we used in my state. It means know your limit of tolerance. If a material was selected to transform into product, it’d be subjected to test for their required level of tolerance. Apparently it’s not about the material I’m talking about, but us.                      

Okay for what did I mention here as tolerance? Yes. Evidently we were all been bullied in our childhood for our attitude, shape or something else. For some they are still being, its ok there’s nothing there to embarrass about unless you’re reading this post alone. Guys this post is not only for kids, it’s also for teenagers and adults whom have been abstained their life for just others words. A kid would get mocked in school that’s typical, but it’s unusual if the same kid grown and get mocked in college and later in office. So where’s your limit of tolerance?    

         My posts are famous for examples which I give, so here it is 

For example I’ve being mocked for years of my 6’4 feet tall height. If I at least a short person I could take any kind of medication to became tall, but I’m not. I worried for my abnormality and pushed myself to aloof and worst of all I became an introvert. I sensed the things became more miserable. I came up with a solution how to transform me into a friendly neighborhood person. I can’t change me but I could change my surrounding.  I like to laugh, I even laugh for such small jokes too. When my friends make a joke I laugh, I talk what they like, I listened their love stories, and I started to give some suggestions of their personal matters, I also criticize them in a funny way. I’m a great secret keeper, this also allured towards my attitude.

I realized that day; there is nothing wrong with anyone. Abnormality is an illusion, worry is a mist that shrouding the happiness. I didn’t said to change your character or attitude for them as I was said before you got to change your surroundings. 



As a friendly neighborhood I can’t flirt with you, but I can give you suggestion. Don’t let people to undermine you. Don’t care if they say “don’t write blog when you’re eating a banana “, huh which was never happened”.

Rudyard Kipling’s poem

“If you can keep your head when all about you                                                are losing their heads and blaming it on you;                                                      if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,                                         but make allowance for doubting too:”


Imagination may take a time, but won’t leave.

                                                                              Bye from your sweet imaginer,                                           

                                                                       Devaraj mani maran.


Five glass of wisdom to know your purpose of life in this modern era:

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When I woke up this morning, I’d a serious doubt rolled over my head. Everything around me has its own purpose, my mattress shrouding me from cold, my clock revealing my tardiness, my wardrobe exhibiting my flamboyance, my house, shoes, chair, bag, bottle, book, bike…..etc. Even the stone that my mom kept outside was better than me to break the coconut. What am I supposed to do? What’s the purpose of my existence? What am I doing in this earth?

I guess you too had this kind of perplexed questions, but probably in your shower. Don’t sourpuss; these questions were already found by the great minds over centuries. And fortunately some found the answers for these questions and left us their wisdom in the lines of their lives.              I don’t want to bewilder and anxiety you by mix up the religious speculation and physiology evolution. I’d gather this wisdom and squeeze them in the cask as wine. Now graith your tongue to savor the taste of five glass of wisdom which going to change your conscience about life.

1: Script your profile (First glass of wisdom)

There is a famous song in Tamil “Unnai Arinthal Nee Unnai Arinthal Ulagathil Poradalam, ooyarthalum thaalnthalum thalai vanagamal nee vaalalam”. This means if you know yourself fully you can fight in this world, no matter if you raise or down there’s no need to kneel before anyone. So to know yourself you should first write your profile. That should include your skills, interests, hobbies, qualifications, achievements, good and bad deeds, character and behavior. And also ask your best friends to write about you from true to their heart. This practice is for know your abilities, capabilities and your potential to achieve the goal. After profiling, you got to analyze and remove the residue of negative habits and try to pure yourself before touching next glass of  wisdom.

2: Greet everyday with love (Second glass of wisdom)

The first glass only revealed you the secret of yourself, not your purpose of existence. Look around, you weren’t the only creature who hosts in this planet. If you think you’re solitude from others, then you’ve must be the fool. Off course the space between you and the other man might be by miles, but the element of air filled the space of your distance, element of land connected with your footsteps with others, the element of water moisture every inch of your body that passes by the others.

Love the sun that healing your bruises in your heart and retrieving your energy. Love the air that making you feels alive at each second of your life. Love your parents who makes you feel complete love & affection and gave you the identity for living in this world. Love your friends, siblings, tutor who show their kind, nourishes, aid and guidance. Love your foe, who gave you the enduring pain. Finally love the nature (God) that structured you.

3: Perceive the strategy of life (Third glass of wisdom)

The second glass would figure out about how to approach your life. For triumph the real world you have to abstract the strategy of the great minds. There are 700 million people living in this world. Only 2% (14 million) of people are famous & richer. What about remaining 98% (686 million) of people? Well, these 98% people are persistently helping the 2% to become richer and powerful, but How so? For ex: Steve jobs were also on the 98% of people before he started the He then came to know the magic of 3i’s (Idea, Invent, Implement). Off course he failed, he lost his company once but didn’t lost determination of holding the throne of success. Don’t ever think your idea was so stupid, don’t regret if your invention fails, and don’t ever scare to implement your model for simple critics. After all we’re just humans, like laugh, cry, snore, success & failure is also a part of nature; even if we try hard we can’t resist the failure.

“If you want to live a happy life, tie to a goal not to people or things”-Albert Einstein.

4: Excitement about everything (Fourth glass of wisdom)

Once I asked my friend, what would you wish if god appears before you? He said that he would change every person in the planet in to a child. “Child” I asked him with amaze. He replied “When we were child we really won’t care about anything but are toys. We play in the meadows with friends and fellow guys. We excite about everything like new toys, dress, shoes, festival balloons, even 2Rs pencil would excite us the whole day. We like what we do, even it’s so stupendous. We create our own ambition in life that which doesn’t exists in the world. There’s no famine for joy, happiness were surround us like clouds and rupture our heart and sizzle the felicity. It was like a days of dream. We’ve hadn’t experiencing this now of about even 10%. We just owned a car, house, bike, a pocket of money, but not the excitement as like our childhood. There is still feeling like inadequate.” My lips were like patched; I don’t have relevant answer for him. I was totally agreed with him. I’m a terrible artist when I’m child, but for some reason I was stopped. I don’t know why. Perhaps I thought it was too childish, but what I stopped really was my excitement in drawing.                                       It’s not just about drawing; some may sing, dance, act, play on their childhood and stopped it completely thinking it was way beyond their maturity. Well now it’s not too late bring your childhood back, bring your excitement back. Start kindles your inner fire, search your real interest and act according to it. Say it proudly that “I’m happy and that’s because I’m childish.”

5: The final call (Fifth glass of wisdom)

This is your final glass of wisdom. You’ve had already gulped the four glasses that teaches you secret of your life, approaching the life, strategy for life and excitement in life but I still didn’t revealed you the purpose of life. The real purpose was one’s life is change. Yes! “Change”. If you read the life history of each successful personalities, there’ll be some kind of changes was brought in to world. For ex: Sir Edison invented an electric lamp, before that only a fire torch and candles were used. So Edison was the change. Sir Einstein discovered the general relativity theory. Before that Newton’s law was used to measure the distance unmandated planets. So Sir Einstein was the change. Mahatma Ghandiji was brought the independence to India by non-violence. Before that people thought only dagger and rifles will bring the freedom. So mahatma Ghandhiji was the change. Many more examples are there but it’s not only they could bring the change, we too can bring the change to the world which is really needed today’s life. So dream now, that you’ll be the change one day and bring a better world to our future generation. This is a real purpose of one’s life. These five glasses of wisdom will definitely reveal your purpose of existence.                                            “Be the change you want to see in the world” – Mahatma Ghandhiji.