**From & To Satish **( New Pictures Pl see pg 163) - Page 10

Posted: 14 years ago
Originally posted by srima


The moral of this story: Men who are ungrateful
> should remember.... fairies are female too.  Also females are a shade smarter than ungrteful malesπŸ˜ƒ
Romba-romba correct Rima.....and the males are sure aware of it too..!!🀣🀣
Posted: 14 years ago
ennamma neenga,
                                        naa ivallave kashtapattu ehtavathu post panna neenga females males patthi mattum thaan pesuveengala.
Posted: 14 years ago
DD,
I do not know about you, but I love children. Children are our future. Some day in my life, I want to make a documentary called "bacche khel khilone" in which the children of every nation in the world are shown playing. As cricket in India, soccer in Africa, baseball in the US, ice hockey in Russia and mountain climbing in Nepal. These are not exactly well to do children.
We live our lives for children, for our lives have been lived. Theirs is a happy begining where we havd our mid-life crisis!πŸ˜†
Anyway, the humor and satire is lovely.
Posted: 14 years ago
jagdu,
           noble thoughts from a noble person.but you know what however old i am getting i still feel like a child at heart.i still look at mangoes in my neighbours compound and plan someday to steal them.i still rush to the window to see when it rains.i still chuckle and giggle when waves chase my feet in the beach.i still respond to the sonpapdi walla when he rings the bell on his vandi.
                          dear friend live your life,make documentaries for children but remember that even middle age and old age people need yours and our love and care.so do all the lives in this world.my heart breaks when i see a tree getting cut and i can feel it calling out to me for help.well i think i will turn this posting into a shivaji movie.
keep up the good thoughts and i hope good things come to you too.
 
                                                                                                 love
                                                                                          satish
Posted: 14 years ago

               terrace memories


back in my times of shorts and shirts from my older cousins
back in the times when television meant black and white,
wonder balloon and kanmani poonga
back in times when bus ticket costed 10 paisa
back one night when the power failed during exams
all of us huddled upto the terrace for it was hot inside the house
lying in our bedsheets we tried counting stars not knowing who or what had made them
but only knew that stars twinkle from the nursery rhyme we were taught
my eldest cousin sister announced that we should all go to the himalayas
i gasped and squeaked the himalayas but that is so far away
she said there is lot of buried gold there and we should go search for it
we all became quiet in anticipation and dreams of gold and our future
early next morning when our elders put us back to bed since the power had come back
i kept imagining about the himalayas.what a story.
years later i stood outside isabella hospital
for my cousin was about to deliver and when everything was done
she had delivered a bonny baby called prathik
i gently reminded her that if she didnt have money to pay the hospital bills
i would go to the himalayas in search of gold.
hearing this she broke and howled in laughter.
now so many years later when prathik brought his girl friend
to my place i told him the same story and he laughed and wondered how stupid
we were when we all were young.
times have changed years have flown
but still when i go the terrace and look up at the night sky i
recollect this story and smile to myself

Posted: 14 years ago
GOod posts and dicussions...
 
sathish,
 
Even i feel very bad when i see trees being cut down... during my college days, when i felt bad or felt happy or wanted to share soemthing, or when the lecture was boring, i would share with the lonely tree that stood like bold man, half a mile away form my college campus... it was a clear view from my place in the first floor.... The tree had become my friend.. and once, when i visited the college again, some classes were going in the same class romm.. i tried to sneak in to just give a look and say Hi to that tree..
 
I miss the tree so much...
 
Terrace memories is so good.. But, i never knew u were too old... πŸ˜‰
Posted: 14 years ago

                                           the goodbye


she remembered when she knew she first knew that he was in her
she thought about the days when in solitude she spent talking to him
she recollected the days when she felt his feet kicking inside her
smiling she had told everybody that it was her son not her daughter
the day when she first glimpsed his tiny form brought tears to her eyes
his first squeal,his first walk and his first word or more like an yelp
all those thoughts so fresh in her memory
but now seeing him wasting away day by day was more than she could bear
a life she had borne,carried and deliverd to this world
was now lying,suffering and she couldnt do anything to help him
very few moments was he awake and all he could muster was whimpers of pain
not three yet and few weeks to his birthday
it was a race which he would lose for death came knocking at the doors of his life
what could she do or what can anyone do
tears,fears and howls filled their room everyday
relations,friends came calling,wishing well and asking her to be brave
early morning she was alone in the bed next to him
when she heard him call mummy and rushed to his side
wiping his forehead she kissed him tenderly
and looking deep into his eyes she closed her eyes
and prayed my life for his but as usual
her prayers fell on deaf ears
wiping her tears she slowly looked up
and realised her son had gone forever
sobs turned to screams for the pain was unbearable
how does one measure or even attempt to
know the pain of a mother who has lost her son

 
an ode to all you beautiful mothers.
 
                                                                                             love
                                                                                         satish
Posted: 14 years ago
Originally posted by deepak_dinesh


ennamma neenga,
                                        naa ivallave kashtapattu ehtavathu post panna neenga females males patthi mattum thaan pesuveengala.


Satish, that's probably because there are more females than males out here in this forum!  You have to canvass some male support, that's all!
Posted: 14 years ago
Originally posted by deepak_dinesh


ennamma neenga,
                                        naa ivallave kashtapattu ehtavathu post panna neenga females males patthi mattum thaan pesuveengala.
  Just pulling your legs....appreciate all your writings....too lovely to describe. Btw I was giggling away today watching the  wedding scene (Anandhi/Prathi)  when the terror woman Hema was giving Parthi hard stares. I could see the blood draining away from Parthi's face like as though he was going to drop dead anytime.....great acting by you Satish...I loved that scene..!!πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘
Edited by Sue Nair - 14 years ago
Posted: 14 years ago
Originally posted by eljay




Satish, that's probably because there are more females than males out here in this forum!  You have to canvass some male support, that's all!
Yes Eljay...thats very true....πŸ˜†πŸ‘...perhaps Satish could bring in our ACD aka Ganesh and Elango to give him some moral support...πŸ˜‰

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