Reshmi 's memoirs jotted as events- to be refreshed by the writer if required

May the political climate thrive on those who wish to stand out, be controversial, blessed with only audible articulation.What I mean is to be loud to the extent of playing to the gallery.We are only a few months away from the next General Elections but those that seem to yak and wish to be noticed and no laurels to adorn their heads.I refuse to call achievements 'feathers' due to their innate property of being light. In this cacophony do we hear a sane voice? People must learn not to be led astray by promises of politicians but look for some uniformity in presentation and at least a small percentage of credibility. Today the country's voters stand grossly divided by two major political parties .The smaller parties merely look like accessories whose nods look more like neurotic jerks.When will there be a change in the psyche of  a voter to seek a representative of the masses who will agree more and defy less.The term 'agree' does not mean compromise but to be in ...

Guess what..Kannan was all bubbling with excitement ,his marital life took off well.On a mission from Kovai his new address, apparently a doting husband,his businees trip to Mumbai was also reason enough to catch up with old buddies.Then like all happy circumstances that engulf the newly wedded couple they were blessed with a baby.Kannan & his wife Nandhini (the N in the piece)lived happily in bliss.Then came the hand of Providence that hit Kannan hard on that ominous day when a bomb blast rocked Kovai. He lost his wife but the baby was saved by an aunt.A shattered Kannan shifted base to Trichy but his samaritan side glowed in every action .He started a home for the destitute women in Kovai.Met him a few years ago,looked content with his daughter who was named after me.Why nobody asked but he does remember to wish me on all festivals so there was a soul and there is one- soul who is still lonely but content. 

Those were the last words from an ex-colleague,an endearing personality who did not look handsome but was refined ,a good listener..Kannan was his name.If at all there was something despicable in his appearance...his ever erupting pimples and well-oiled hair.He kept towing my footsteps during lunch time or sometimes barged into any restaurant where he knew he would find me in the company of my friends or even when with my husband.But my husband never felt offended.Kannan was like a lost soul in a big city like Mumbai.Then one fine day......latter half..looked morose and handed a piece of paper, a copy of his resignation letter."I'm leaving Reshmi.."Tears welled up his eyes."Oh So where do you go" I quipped. "to Trichy... to marry & work for my to-be-wife's father in his supermarket".I was quite overjoyed to hear that but Kannan didn't seem excited.He left after we in the office gave him a farewell party.Three months later Kannan returned t...

Life is in total disarray. So many people deal with different situations but the idea is to convey your thoughts to a few who can gauge the meaning of your words.