I am a Mechanical Design Engineer by profession and an avid writer and reader. I am a self-employed professional, operating from my residence and I am fortunate enough to spare time to pursue my passion for writing. I am middle aged, having a loving family. I am a spiritually inclined person, God loving and peace loving. I am quite humorous and love to make fun of the idiosyncrasies in the world and in myself too!

I am a short-story writer too. More than a dozen of my short stories have been published in my mother tongue Tamil in very popular Tamil Weeklies and monthlies.

A couple of my English writings related to Office-work/ management have been published by "Business India" magazine. I am a regular blogger at "Sulekha.Com" and have written numerous posts in it.

I consider myself fairly knowledgeable in various aspects of Hinduism and its philosophies and its masters. Naturally, my writes hover around the subject a lot. I write about my observations on the society and its idiosyncrasies. I love writing short stories with twists, interesting personal anecdotes, personal health and on family well being.

My passion is ...

Spirituality, Hinduism, Contended living, reading and writing.

I know too much about ...

myself, my limitations and to a fair extent about Hinduism.

My parents always told me ...

Live within your means; be straightforward.

My childhood ambition ...

To be ambitionless!

My favorite memory ...

my childhood days at my native village.

Why I write ...

I think I have the capacity to express what I honestly know.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Books on Saints, teachings of Saints and sages.

My first job ...

a Design Engineer

My best moment ...

when I sleep!

My inspiration ...

Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa

Creative Writing > Humor Humor: One of those days

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THE WOEFUL CUP OF COFFEE

This incidence took place 40 years ago.

The village primary school had reopened after summer holidays. The euphoria of sitting in the benches of the 5th standard (while one had to be content sitting cross legged at the rough cemented floors in all the rest of the lower classes) was gradually waning. The class teacher-cum-headmaster, Rangu Sir', was at the verge of dozing off, after writing a few simple exercises in multiplication and division on the black board for the students to work out in their slates. The oppressive heat of the summer was yet to wane,...

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