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May 11, 2009



It was not a planned shot to have perfection on image.
Made on 7/5/09 by chance. Hands of my classmate & his one year son.

Photo Poetry - 001

Apr 30, 2009

 
[Pic Source - moon-melody]
Write your version of poetry or kavithai keeping this picture as inspiration. Post it here in Zephyr or in your blog and give a link back to zephyr. Don't forget to include the credits for the picture.

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பட்டுப்பூக்களின் பொன் ஸ்பரிஸத்திலும் சுகமானதடி..

பௌர்ணமி இரவின் மௌனத்திலும் மெல்லியதாய், மறுநாள்

இளஞ்சூரியனின் கதிரினும் கருணை மிக்கதாய்,

தென்றல் மொழிந்திடும் தித்திக்கும் மௌனத்தினும் மருந்தாய்,

அவள் ஆடிவரும் பூந்தோட்டக் கிளையில் குடிகொண்ட கருங்குயிலின் அமிர்த ஆலாபணையிலும் இனியதடி..

உன் நட்பு.

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Gentler than the golden touch of silken blossoms, dear one

Softer than the silence of the night illumined by the silvern moon,

the morrow bringing

Compassion brimming over even the most luxuriant of sun-gold rays

Sweeter than the healing quietude the zephyr whispers,

Ever more nectarine than the dulcet-throated *koel of the blossoming orchards,

This Friendship you’ve blessed me with.


*koel = nightingale

~ minerva* (1 May, 2009)


Thanks for 'tis sweet inspiration, dear *Aiz. Had great fun writing this 'lil work.  :)
Take care, all of you.

Take care, all of you! :)

Apr 19, 2009

அன்புள்ள நண்பர்கள் எல்லாருக்கும் Hi!

Been pretty busy of late. அதனாலே இங்க வந்து எல்லோருக்கும் எழுதனும்னு ரொம்ப விருப்பமிருந்தாலும், நேரம் கிடைக்கிறதில்லை.. :(

இருந்தாலும், நான் சமீபத்தில் (இணையத்தில்) பார்த்த குறும்படத்தை நாம் எல்லோரிடத்திலும் பகிர்ந்துக்கொள்ள விரும்புகிறேன். Enjoy the video all! :)

World Builder: A short film by Bruce Branit

Take care, all of you.

Wishes, minerva*

JC2CS-002

Apr 16, 2009


"Joint Collaboration To Create Stories" [JC2CS]..



RULES:
1. I give the first few lines of the story here and every commentator adds two more lines to that story.
2. A commentator cannot comment immediately next to her/his previous comment.
3. The story will be weekly venture and if does not end, I'll force it to end at the end of the week.
4. Please make sure the comment contains only the continuation of the story and not any other matter.


Now this week's first lines are as follows..

மது மிக சோகமாக இருந்தாள், தான் துவங்கிய புதிய ஓவியம் சிறப்பாக வரவில்லையே என்று. என்ன செய்வது! அவள் வாழ்வின் நிகழ்வுகளின் பிரதிபலிப்பு தான் அவளின் படைப்புலகிலும் தடைகள் செய்கிறதோ!! ஒன்றும் புரியவில்லை அவளுக்கு. தடாலென எழுந்து ஒவிய அறையைவிட்டு வெளிவந்தாள். வாசலில் ஒரு நாயும் ஒரு பூனையும் சண்டையிடாமல் விளையாடிக் கொண்டிருந்தன. அதை பார்க்க அவளுக்கு ஆச்சர்யமாகவும் புதுமையாகவும் இருந்தது. அவை இரண்டின் செயலும் இவளுக்கு எதோ சொல்வது போல் இருந்தது. அதாவது, வாழ்வின் வழக்கமான நிகழ்வுகளை மட்டுமே வைத்து ஒரு முன் முடிவுக்கு வரக் கூடாது. சில விதிவிலக்குகளும் உண்டு. அதன் கோணத்திலும் சிந்திக்க வேண்டும். அந்த சிந்தனைகளை தன் படைப்புகளுக்கு பயன்படுத்த வேண்டும் என முடிவெடுத்தாள். சேரவே முடியாது என எல்லோரும் நினைக்கும் எதாவது சிலவற்றை தன் ஓவியத்தில் அழகாக இணைத்துக் காட்ட வேண்டும் என முடிவெடுத்தாள். அது புதுமையாகவும் புரட்சியாகவும் இருக்க வேண்டும் எனவும் விரும்பினாள். மனதில் பற்றிக் கொண்ட குதூகலத்துடன் தூரிகையை கையில் எடுத்தாள். பாறையின் ஊடே முளைத்து அழகாய் சிரிக்கும் பூவினை ஓவியமாய் தீட்டினாள். சமூக அவலங்களை காண சகிக்காமல் பாறையாய் தன் மனதை வைத்திருந்த அவளின் மென்ப்பக்கமே ஓவியங்கள். அவளின் ஓவியங்களும் அவளின் வாழ்வும் பின்னி பினைந்துவிட்டதை எண்ணி மனம் மகிழ்ந்தாள்.

Engineering Subjects- Video Lessons

Apr 11, 2009

The following link has video classes for various engineering subjects handled by faculties from IITs,IIScs...etc.,

All subjects-Common Link

I give a line and you write a story - [JC2CS-001]

Apr 10, 2009

The topic for you all peeps from now on is this...

"Joint Collaboration To Create Stories" [JC2CS]..
I personally think this is the only last hope to help me keep this zephyr alive and active as it used to be. This is inspired from one of blog friends' blog.



RULES:
1. I give the first few lines of the story here and every commentator adds two more lines to that story.
2. A commentator cannot comment immediately next to her/his previous comment.
3. The story will be weekly venture and if does not end, I'll force it to end at the end of the week.
4. Please make sure the comment contains only the continuation of the story and not any other matter.


Here is the first week's kick start...


"Mitr! Mitr! where have you gone? Just pick up the phone now. Oh my God! Only I have to do everything in this house. Cha.. 'Hello! Mitr! no I don't think he is at home, please call later'. Ananya gazes through the empty room and then she sees..."

BOOKI RESUMES:
... then she sees that shining object hanging from nowhere in the corner of the room. Shocked for a moment, she looks around if anyone else is there. Then she checks the nearby window if its a reflection of anything, though she is sure that it isn't a reflection. Nearing the light source, she is shocked to see a sharp metal piece hanging! Then she observes it closely only to find out that it was something sharp which was stuck to a spider's web and was hanging. But Ananya wasn't happy. She looked at it as if she is seeing something for the first time. Yeah, for someone who forgot everything about her past, a spider web and a knife won't be the coolest stuffs to look at. She cries out aloud "Mitr! pls come here to help!!" as if Mitr was the only person whom she knows in the world. Then comes this screeching sound of tyres and a knock on the door... happily she runs to the door but...



*minerva continues...

Happily she runs to the door, but realises that she's kept the house-keys stowed away in one of the drawers back in the table in her personal studyroom. Since that particular incident that shook her confidence in the world and all the security it could give a young, starry-eyed gal like her, Ananya's always been extra careful about these things.

There are people who'll probably call this being 'paranoid' - keeping one's main door locked when noone else was in (even when Mitr had just gone out for a while) - but it wasn't as if Ananya had a choice.

Now, if only, she could remember where she left the old keys...

Princess : Not knowing what to do she starts crying in despair. That's when she hears Mitr calling out loud from outside the door. She runs fast towards the door and sees Mitr standing outside through the side window. Seeing the confused and scarred Ananya he suddenly moves away from the door and she wonders where is he going!! And he returns back with the keys which he had kept as an alternate in the letter box. He opens up the door and Ananya takes him to show the thing which had scarred her and there they both find nothing hanging except the ceiling fan..

Again the Princess : Mitr asks Ananya to relax and he comforts her by making her sit in the sofa. And suddenly Mitr cries out loud. Ananya asked what happened getting more and more scarred. Mitr points out to his right upper arm where she finds a raw scar with a drop of blood coming out afresh. Shocked she looks up and down and everywhere to see what has caused this wound. And down she finds the knife with the red tinge at the tip laying straight stabbed on the carpeted floor, no no it was not the carpet that was stabbed, there was something that bridged the carpet and the knife. 'What is it??' she wonders and she bends to pick it up. It was a wooden box with rusted nails all over. Scarred once again by the look of it she looks at Mitr. 'I'm here nah! open it up dear' She opens the box with the help of Mitr. And they find inside...


A small sponge with a sticky note reading "Marry Me". She cleared the sponge away and found a cute little Diamond Ring. Then what!!! she starts beating Mitr - her would be husband and their happy fights becomes the starting point of their happily ever after life.

How to make your life KOOL?

Apr 4, 2009

I have added a new post in my Dreamscapes blog. A gist of it is here for you people. 
Please note that this post has nothing to do with the actual lemon. Just take the Capitalized letters. What they mean to you? May be nothing. But for me it has started to mean something more than usual and more than just letters it has taken a transformation to show me the fundamental needs or so to say essence of Life.