If I have to be loved everyone, then I have to lie always. Nobody likes true side of me.
Dear blog friends, due to personal commitments and super busy schedule I could not make this blog running for a while and now I feel I must continue writing to make me ease with the stress and to fight with the load I bear.
I believe you friends will keep supporting and thanks for supporting for all the while when I was away from writing.
I hope all you are doing great.
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.
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.
This is just a brief summary of the book of
Dale Carnegie’s How to Win Friends and Influence People.
Indeed this is a must read book for anyone who wanna build up a great people around. I read this book some 15 years ago and I still feel the freshness and it helped me a lot to grow as a happy man. So I just feel to share this with you guys.
- Be genuinely interested in other people. And never show your hatred to them
- Be a good listener of other person. This really works well, let him talk and then you start.
- Respect other person’s interests and opinions
- Be truthful to others and accept your mistakes
- Be sympathetic with other’s ideas
- Try to thank the other person and make him feel important
- Never get into a hot discussion or argument and try avoiding it
- Give honest appreciation and comments
one more last time…
the first and last time of our meet
has dispersed all the secrets,
we fall on each other’s shoulder,
years of love carried o’er,
one more last time,
O, my love, before you take off,
I will shed the last drop,
Let it stay on your womb,
to take a birth be with you,
One more last time,
Shall I touch your cheek and I will,
pull off my eyes and with my own will,
I hand o’er on your hand,
Keep it safe on your heart,
One more last time,
I will cry to the world as a wild beast,
Let this cry rip off the sky from cliff,
I will write a story of love on vein,
with those tears of breakup pain.