Tuesday, November 29, 2005

This is what they call as Blackmailing...

Little Bobby...The story of Blackmailing


Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.

His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted.

"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday."

Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.

He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.

Bobby's mother, wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year.

"Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday." Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.


Letter 1

Dear God,

I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.

Your friend,

Bobby



Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.

Letter 2

Dear God,

This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my Birthday.

Thank you.

Your friend Bobby



Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started again.

Letter 3

Dear God,

I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday.

Bobby



Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote a fourth letter.

Letter 4

God,

I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please!

Thank you,

Bobby

Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike. Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him.

Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen.Bobby began to write his letter to God.

Letter 5


God,

I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN,

SEND THE BIKE :-)

Retiring Teacher

A teacher was retiring after 30 years of teaching, so each child
decided they wanted to bring her a special retirement present.
A
little girl who was the daughter of a fine chocolate dealer brought
her a box full of fine chocolates.

A little boy who was the son of a florist brought her a big bouquet
of flowers. Another little boy who was the son of a fine liquor dealer
brought her a big box that was sealed, and it had something leaking
from the bottom of the box. The teacher said, "I bet I know what this is!"

She tasted some of the juices that were leaking from the box and said,
"I bet this is some wine!"

The little boy said, "Nope!"

She tasted it again and said "Liquor?"

The little boy said, "Nope!"

She tasted it again and said, "Beer?"

The little boy said, "Nope!"

She said, "Well what is it?"

The little boy said, "A puppy!"

Friday, July 22, 2005

Kannamoochi

Maasatra Anbu

Raaman En Thozhan

Raamanai Mattum

En Raamanukkum Aasai

Nithirai ...

Frndship Ahoy ...

Nee Seithal Mattum ...

Frndship Ahoy ...

Who ?

Survival ...

Frnds are ...

Refugee ...

I Luv U ...

Suvaduhal ...

Alahiya Kaathal Kavithai

Amma ...

The Last Drop ...

Kovam ...

Only If U Do ...

Natpin Mozhi ...

Pirivu ...

My Best Frnd ...

Yaekkam ...

Ullangaiyil Vaanam ...

Unakaha Vaaangiya Porul ...

Aruhil amarndhu Vaa Pothum !

Survival ...


With the end of Glorious Life,
The Hopeless seed's journey -
Faces the Glimpses of Dusk.

With the Irrelevant flow of Breeze,
Of the last droplets of monsoon end
Hope the freshness of Seed
Extends for Yet another Dawn.

Unknown cracks on the Earth,
The birth of First Leaf
Survival of the Seed.

That's the Way...
World moves with the Mysterious Hope.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

I Want to Die, But after ...


I want to die,
But after an achievement,
I want my death itself:
As a history of achievement.

Originate from somewhere,
Will be dormanted anywhere;
life on earth is mere
like a playful toy in puppet show.
I don't want the people,
To comment my death as:
A great poet has died else a rich man;
It's my spirit to make the people,
To comment my death as:
A real human had diedand
let his soul rest in peace.

I want to die,
But after an achievement;
I want my death itself
As a history of achievement.

Stay Ahead ...


It's time to wakeup
It's time to rise,
There's a dawn after every dusk.

Turn your sight,
March your feet;
You are not alone
Here I’m with you,
Stretch your thoughts
Compress your defeats,
We are not alone
World is with us.

Let we make real from the virtual...
Let our pens diminishes sunrays!
Erase the Hopes,
Paste the musts.
Stop searching success anywhere,
Submerged in you, elsewhere;
Stay ahead everywhere.

It's time to wake up
Its time to rise.
There's a dawn after every dusk.

I know you...



Melt in the Mouth
Felt in the Heart
Memories in the Mind
Deep in the soul
I know you...
You know me too...

Shining like a Star ,
Soft like a Dew ,
Green like a Grass ,
Glittering like a Gold ,
Together with World –
Live like Lord ...
Our Friendship Forever .

That's What You Do ...



All that you do
Just for me,
All that Success
Just from You.
Refresh my Mind with a Smile
Come as Wind with Perfect Style
Cheer up Me,Thats what you do...

Mild Breeze blows around,
Cuckoo's Symphony Waving aside -
All with your Heart of Love,
Tickling with the Feathers of Dove.
You fill my Life with Laughter,
And somehow you make it Better.
Ease my Sorrows,Thats what you do...

There 's a Soul that's Pure
And its full of Love,
And its Holy like God ,
And its None other You my Lord...

All that you do
Just for me,
All that Success
Just from You.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

That's Why ...


Everything you do
Resembles me,
Every Happiness you got
Erased my sorrows,
Every smile you delivered
Retrieved from my lips,
Every dreams you faced
Became real for me,
Every step you marched
Fulfilled my wishes,
Every touch you did
Blossomed me the flowers of feelings,
THATS WHY....
Every poem of mine
Has you as its Theme.

Friday, January 07, 2005

How Special You are ...


As moon starts swallowing sun
Its time for moving to temple.
As time had gone miles a lot
Might the doors were closed up-
To wrap up the blessings.

As the worshiping had become-
A day-to-day part of life.
As soul starts think:
"What should be done to overcome the fact",
Mild breeze blows around
Cuckoo's symphony waving aside,
Sudden change around me;
Which all happened because,
Mother is standing with pleasant smile-
To give me the snacks of love.
Somebody had laid-
Sudden lashes on me to understand:
"Having god along with me
Why did I moved for temple
"Mum, Only I know. HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE...