http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/ enchantment Fri, 21 Jul 2006 16:15:02 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2006. Books Writing http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html Fri, 21 Jul 2006 10:43:23 GMT I have this irrational fear of dogs. Something which dates back to the day I was a single cell old. Back in good old Chennai, I used to meticulously skirt past the scrawny beleaguered and perennially thirsty low-breeds, rampaging the empty streets of a sleepy Chennai, cursing passionately the way too early (by my terms, of course) of the college bus. Some of them got so used to my chastisement that they chose to leave me alone to mind my own business. But still these pampered poodles peeping out of their kennels in the neighboring bungalows, got an inane kick out of barking and sending me... (more) http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=24 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/23.html Tue, 18 Jul 2006 09:32:38 GMT Owing to the sudden blocking of my alternate (till now active) blog , I ve decieded to come back to my trusty steed at blogdrive... As for the ban, I dont understand the raison-d-etre`, so I shall reserve my comments.. But , undeterred, I shall plod on, fight for my survival in blog-o-sphere...Galloping my way to glory (or oblivion)....... http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=23 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html Tue, 27 Dec 2005 14:16:07 GMT Please visit : http://silenceofthesea.blogspot.com http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=22 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html Fri, 21 Oct 2005 15:36:08 GMT Having a lot of time at my disposal right now, the newspaper is my constant companion, seconded only by the tube. The world that stares at me through both these windows, is a beauty beleaguered by the beast. Yes, the beast in us. Man, the animal is out to unleash his venom, his ferocity devouring the earth like a colossal forest fire. A fragment of my anguish… An Appeal Bleary hazy vision Embittered by treason Chords of chaos Strumming in unison Hollow spirits Rains of tears Macabre modernity Groping for sanity Tomorrow built On today’s ruins Mistakes inherited Follies fostered Truth... (more) http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=21 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html Sun, 09 Oct 2005 08:15:54 GMT The long bus journeys to work and back, marred by the traffic troubles, give me the time to gaze endlessly and reflect. Rain washed streets, foggy cold mornings, being cleared and pushed aside by the Rising Sun. The flora gearing up for a new day, the landscape bathed in Gold. A small tribute to the Great Star of our lives…. The Sun. Life flowing in Golden rays Lighting up the misty haze Showering divine grace They.. Divide the skies Partition the lands Invisible walls on the waters But you… Smile on humanity Arms encompassing All Creatures alike. ... (more) http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=20 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html Thu, 15 Sep 2005 05:40:19 GMT Some of the most beautiful books I have read so far speak of the soul’s journey to meet its mate. The feeling of completeness, an ultimate ecstasy is what the soul longs for ever since its inception. A fleeting desire to reach out to that sole soul mate, consumes one every now and then. With the deepest strains of the heart echoing this dire want, the weary traveler yearns for his final sojourn…. My Sojourn Finale Gazing beyond the horizon Peering over the setting sun Fiery, Blazing and Crimson Transcending pastoral stretches Spreading the soul’s tentacles Alas! Vicissitudes of... (more) http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=19 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/18.html Mon, 05 Sep 2005 11:28:54 GMT Of all human emotions, I value pride the most. From time immemorial, pride has been shunned as a vice, a sin beyond pardon. Having rooted in such values, ingrained by education and by quintessential middle class upbringing, I held humility as a virtue par excellence. But when humility bestowed humiliation upon me, my pride came to my rescue. Pride not of the material kind, but of the spirit. A strength that the meekness of humility couldn’t provide, my pride instilled in me. When the blows of the world penetrated the feeble cover of modesty, Pride stood as a solid armor mitigating my woes.... (more) http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=18 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html Wed, 13 Jul 2005 15:04:52 GMT One fine morning, on my way to work, saw a school bus with the sign "Silicon Valley School"... Silicon Valley, some remote place in the US of A, being eponymic of a school in another corner of the globe.. This led to the following train of thought which I attempted to record in Rhyme. Dare I Dream.... Generally insomniac at half past eight, My blurred focus took this bait. Something bright and yellow, With words difficult to swallow. Carrying scholars and toddlers As well as charming cradlers Was this bus riding away to glory To a school by the name of Silicon Valley ... (more) http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=17 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html Thu, 16 Jun 2005 15:40:18 GMT Huh huh… Being tagged by a good friend is stimulus enough to make me blog on a frustratingly occupying day…Except for the fact that it involves writing about my favorite books… Well, if some intends to doze off at the very beginning, your wish is my command. With a congenital inclination towards history , I apologize for having to recount my tryst with the tomes.. As a matter of coincidence, I started this blog to just record the pleasure I m bound to have when I read a good book ( Ref: the side panel intro.) Somewhere along the way, this purpose morphed into one where my... (more) http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=16 http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html Tue, 17 May 2005 05:55:48 GMT A LYCANTHROPIC LORE By Shiva Gopalan Suganya Chandrasekaran The knock on the huge wooden door at midnight was as eerie as the illusory shapes creeping along the walls. I opened the heavy door to find a crouching figure by the pines and was about to wave off the image supposing it to be the gardener on his nightly rambles when suddenly I thought I heard a faint growl. Shaken out of my wits, I switched on the porch light to find myself staring out into the night. I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. I’d have sworn to God that I heard something out... (more) http://enchantment.blogdrive.com/comments?id=15