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  குழந்தைக்கு ஏன் குமரியாக ஆசை சொப்பு பிடிக்கும் கைகளுக்கு ஏன் சொம்பு பிடிக்க ஆசை காற்றாய் பறக்கும் வயதில் ஏன் காத்திருக்க ஆசை பாவாடை சட்டை க்கு ஏன் புடவை கட்ட ஆசை குதுகலமாய் இருக்கும் வயதில் என் குழப்பத்திற்கு ஆசை குழப்பங்கள் உன்னை தேடி நிச்சயம் வரப்போகிறது அதற்காக நீ இப்பொழுதே காத்திருக்க வேண்டாம் k.s.kumar 24-Aug-2021 புறக்கண் இல்லாது, அகக்கண் இருந்திருந்தால்… இலகுவில் புரிந்திருக்கும்… உன் அன்பிற்கான ஏக்கம்! மொழிகள் மவுனித்து இதயங்கள் பேசியிருந்தால், உணர்வுகள் வலிக்காமல் உறவுகள் தொடர்திருக்கும்… இதயங்கள் பேசி இருந்தால்! M.Senthil Vadivu 24-Aug-2021

  EPISODE: XIX MY FIRT MEMORY   Year: 1970   ‘The small chubby boy, two years old, wearing a woollen sweater and cap to beat the cold is saying to his drowsy dad ‘nee…nee…nee oongupa, naan paathuthen’ (“ நீ ....நீ ....நீ... ஊங்குபா. நான் பாத்துதேன்” ) The man holding the child, is drowsy, dead tired after a nightshifts work and travelling of 100 km. The two-year-old child keeps its small pink hands on his father’s cheeks and says in its baby language “You sleep daddy, I will watch over you”. The father stretches on the train seat and falls asleep without his knowledge. Is it the child’s touch or its soothing words or the father’s sleepless night which made him sleep, I don’t know.   The child slides to the window and sees the trees running backwards, then it stands up and turns its head, either way, to see if it can match the speed of the running tree. After some time it tries to get down the seat. Getting down from the train seat itself is a big feat for the child. It r

EPISODE: XVIII Class: II nd   std Year:   1975-76 I:   AKKA….. My Akka:   Yenna thavam seitheno…….Thambi…….. Nee yennai …..Akka vendru Azhaika Naan …..Yenna thavam seitheno…. My sister sang this when she was happy seeing me.   She kept repeating the same three sentence.   She didn’t compose after that. That original song was also repeating the same sentence like a broken record player.   Whenever she sang that song, tears rolled down my eyes.   (No, I didn’t cry, Just tears would roll down) My Sister was 5 years elder to me.   This age difference made her treat me like her baby. She carried me on her hip wherever she went. Never, Never, Never in her life time did she call me by my name.   I was always “Thambi” to her.                 On a holiday she wanted to go and meet her friend, Kannagi residing in Telephone Exchange Road, Block-9. My mother refused to send her out. She had the same fear all mothers have for their girl child, Safety.   My sister

EPISODE: XVII Class: VI th std Year: 1979-80                 We shifted to our house to block-26 from block-9.   All my friends were around Vaigai school.   As long as I was in block-9, I used to visit, Karthik, Kiran, Baskar, M.L.Srinivasan’s house regularly on holidays.   I used to go to Kiran's house to eat guava fruits.    He was fed up with guava and lots of fruits lay rotten on the ground.   When I tried to take fallen guava, he would say “don’t eat it, a snake has bitten it, it is poison, pluck a fresh one from the tree”. I used to wonder from when snakes became vegetarian! But I believed him because those many guavas were on the ground, lying untouched.               On a Friday it was decided that we will play Kitti pillu / Gilli thandu the next day and that we will assemble at N.Karthik’s house.   On Saturday I took my father’s cycle and did monkey pedal from block-26 to block-9. I didn’t even know how to sit on the cycle bar or saddle.   Monkey pedal, I di

EPISODE: XVI Class: VIII   Std   to XI std Year:1981-82 to 1984-85 I was taking my second-hand cycle out and getting ready to go to school alone. Sivakumar was now put up in boy’s high school. Now I was going to school, alone. I was keeping my school bag on the cycle carrier. As I looked up I saw him. He rode a small cycle, red hero cycle. His hair style was different. He said “ Hi! I am Kaylan Raman” He was an instantaneous hit with my family.    My parents took instant liking towards him. Suddenly, I had a friend and my parents were happy for me. That day he took me to Hemanth’s house and said “ Hemanth is also studying in our class, do you know?” I didn’t know Hemanth before that.   That was the first time I saw Hemanth.   From that day, till the day Kalyanaraman went to Airforce, the routine never changed. He will come to my house. We both will go to Hemanth’s house and from there we three will go to school. For 4 years there was no change in the routine. He was

EPISODE: XV Class: IX Std A section Year:1982-83 We studied in a Co-education school, where girls and boys did not speak to speak other. Was it the fault of the school or our parents or the society in general I don’t know?   The teachers consciously turned a blind eye to the fact that boys and girls did not interact with each other.   So it turned out that I didn’t speak even to the girls who were my classmate’s right from LKG (dispensary block) to 12 th Standard. 14 years together but not talking to each other, it could happen only in Neyveli.                 At one stage there was an invisible wall between the boys and the girls.   It was at this situation the unthinkable happened.   Whenever OUR principal felt bored he would call somebody to sing in the Morning Prayer. This day he chose Padma to sing a song and she sang the song “Gori tera gaun bada pyaara”.   It is a good song and she did justice to the song on that day, she mesmerised us all with her voice. When we w