തുളസിക്കതിരിന്റെ വിശുദ്ധിയുള്ള ഒരു
സുഹ്രുത് ബദ്ധത്തിന് …

(for my friend.)

Well what to say, me along with five friends took the pains to go and beat up a guy on his birthday and then found out that the “you know what” 😉 had given wrong information in orkut !
PS: don’t take the heading of the post seriously. And the above mail is an imaginary one

yes..this kozhikode beach,has stood witness to ma small feet learning to walk..the days when i couldn’t walk without holdling onto my dad’s hands,then it saw me building castles on its sand,then..it saw me beginning to notice the sunset..and then rush to the lion’s park..then it saw me with my friends celebrating after our exams..it saw me in mamas n pappas,it saw me going home in school bus..then…it saw me as a young girl,with the man of her dreams..it witnessed our dreams and visions,our pranks our secluded meetings…when no one was around to console…this beach had always been there..as a hand on the shoulder..Ever noticed something?this beach and de waves do not try to erase the name u write on the sand…neither is it the kind which pronounces its fathomless strength in its waves..it is mild,caring..and full of love…this beach is what i miss the most as i live out of the city.

— Anitha ( http://anithakaveri.rediffiland.com/)

This was a comment on Kozhikode Beach by Anitha.

check http://www.cartoonkeralam.com/cartoon_ITparampu_page.htm

( All the opinions expressed in the above site are cartoonist’s own. Their copyrights, etc etc are still with him. Probably if you like/dislike the cartoon, there is an option to comment.)

They Killed the President.

(Well, I don’t know whether they really killed him or it was just a drama.
anyway, atleast in the drama, they killed the president of a nation.)

Which country’s president will be hanged next ? Are they following lexicographical order ?

I, I, K ?

My country’s name also starts with I.
I love my land and I am afraid.

(shot near Medical College, Calicut, Kerala, India.)

Bharatanatyam by Lakshmi Gopalaswami. (As a part of Bangalore Habba 2006)

Note: I know lot of people who are not able to do what they used to do. People who are no more able to do what they like. Why we work ? To live. Or are we living to work ? If this photo forces them to realize the importance of those beautiful things they are loosing, I will be happy.

Lets dedicate this children’s day to Narasimma, the amazing kid whom we met at Savana Durga. When we reached Savana durga, few boys wearing shabby dress approached us and all of them told us that they know the whole area and they can be good guides. Only one boy had combed hair and he was wearing torn but clean dress. We were surprised when we found that he could speak Hindi. The boy had picked up Hindi from school. We asked him to come with us. He reminded us that there won’t be any water available at the top of savanadurga and he made sure that we have enough water and food, he kept our helmets in a nearby shop and Alas! our little guide took as to Savanadurga. He told us the stories of Bangalore, How it became Bangalore from “Bantakkalooru”, He told us about Kempe Gowda and how he stayed on the top of the hill and defended the enemies. Oh! yea he told us about the modern politicians also. He had the details like how many acres of land they have, how corrupt they are etc.

Narasimma’s ambition is to become a Doctor. The boy’s eyes were shining when he told me his ambition. He studies well and he is rank 2 in his class. He told me the story of a boy who went to Bangalore from his village to study in some medical college in and died of some disease. He takes the role of a guide twice a week and the gives the money to his mother. They buy food for themselves and for the cows with this money. At times he gets sweets and dress for his little sister.

The boy knew the proper route, all the important places on the way. Finally he reached the top. And while coming back he cross checked whether we have taken all our belongings for its very difficult to come back and collect them……

What makes Narasimma different ? His eyes which radiates strength and hope ? I don’t know but I have seen his eyes sparkling when he was talking about his ambition. I have seen the hatred in his eyes when we described the the politicians, I could feel the love when he was talking about his little sister. I hope that one day the boy will complete his schooling and then go to Plus two where he can learn everything in ‘Englishu‘ and then One day he finds admission in a good college and becomes a doctor.

Best Wishes Narasimma !

Can we call this child labour ? Yes we can. But …..