Learn to show your wealth and qualification only at the right place.
Be ready to loose anything that doesn’t make a happy life.
Dear Readers and followers of AP.. It has a been a fantastic year 2018 and we are entering into a new bag full of dream filled 2019.
I wish you all a very happy new year and a great blogging year. It was indeed a happy year filled with fantastic writers and friends around the globe. I believe we will find new talents and fabulous people in forthcoming days.
Wish you all a happy new year and happy blogging!!
We are living in the age of internet. Almost we are living as a family from all over the world and anyone can share the videos to the other corner of the world in a second we never imagined.
And the mobile apps have taken it further level making access to almost every age group of people. And the teens who are really never care of what they do except looking at the short fame over social media, made it a dirty place for others. Yes, they are just holding a phone in hand and lip syncing to any song or video.
This doesn’t make a big deal for those who make the videos but those watch them will really feel uncomfortable looking at their attire. Inappropriate dressing and revealing outfits makes the viewers to a conclusion that the girl who makes such video to be a whore or bitch and post caustic comments.
That’s good to show your talent but not to reach fame with showing the assets what you have in.
It is with great pride and amazement that I’m the one to announce that Pencliff blog has 1000+ wordpress followers now. I remember when Pencliff only had 100+ followers, and I’m amazed at how far we’ve gotten since then. We have grown so much and so has our reader-base. Thank you for all 2300+ comments! We […]
Fly like a phoenix,
Bloom like a Sunflower,
Be the best Sun-Lover.
Never give up trying,
No more end of your loving,
Tilt the head like a sunflower,
Perish into ash like phoenix,
Resurrect to love again the Sun.
ஆறிலும் சாவு நூறிலும் சாவு
சென்று வா மகனே! வென்று வா மகனே !
என்று தானே வேலும் கையுமாய்
வீறு கொண்ட நடையோடு
புறமுதுகிட்டு ஓடி புழுதியில் விழுந்தனையோ!
புல்லருவி பெற்ற மகனே
என பெயர் அழைக்க வைத்தனையோ!
கோழைக்கு பால் கொடுத்த
என அறுத்தெறிந்தாள் தமிழச்சி !
Translation Courtesy : Anamika
Anamika is an amazing writer and a blogger..her blog is here
Oh my son, death is inevitable,
Even if it is at sixth year or hundredth,
So, with grit and strength, I sent you to the battlefield
To win for the motherland and come
With the majestic walk and the strong weapons
To fight the war with hope I send you
I sent you to the battlefield to win and come
But instead of boldness you showed
Your back to the enemy, trying to escape,
Falling on the ground with arrows at your back
Oh, you made me the weed of a brave farm giving birth to you,
Me being the proud Tamil woman, I am,
I chop you oh my shameful breasts,
That fed a coward, down to the ground.