Karthik Blogs

When blogging becomes second nature in a persons life, it does seem empty when you do not put your mind to writing something. It simply does not matter to you anymore how many people have viewed your blog or how much of revenue it has generated, all that is secondary. The play of words is nothing sort of a romance and once you fall in love you will go the distance to maintain the relationship. Such is my relationship with words. Days pass by and the urge to write only increases day by day-a appetite that is never really satisfied. last few days we have been noticing quite a few trends as far as Relationships are concerned. First was the the ugly public spat in the Samajwadi Party between MSY and his son Akhilesh. I have just a few things to observe. Once you are directly under public glare it is very difficult to pull away differences of opinion under the carpet. Secondly it does look very ugly when within the family itself there are disputes cropping up between your own kith an...

I return to the comforts of my bed, sleep beckons me thick and fast. My little one next to me cuddled in the warmth of my arms safe and sound Lights off, eyelids shut, dreams to recall, rest for an aching body beckons He sleeps not, gun in his arms, duty in his eyes, countries safety in his heart. Oh Soldier, My Soldier, A Million Hearts beat for you My child calls out to me, I respond, I hug him tight with care so much. The soldiers child looks out in the wilderness, Will he, Will He not This Diwali Maybe not, there is still work to be done, guard the nation, crush the terror. He has emotions, hides them shut, nothing in his mind other than the tricolor Oh Soldier, My Soldier, A Million Hearts beat for you The neighbor's son, has got a new job, His fathers face lights up with pride The Soldiers father waits anxiously, If he comes there is happiness, If He comes not there is no tear to be shed, valor lies in smiling away his life His was a cause not wasted, His ...