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Born in India, studied in Presidency College, Madras and later in Utkal University in Bhubaneswar, India. Worked in the Department of English, AM Jain College, Madras-27 (Chennai in Tamil Nadu) India and later under Utkal University, Bhubaneswar for more than

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith: 5 of 277
FAITH The lady upset with the cowherd, His lacking sense of time, delivering Milk needed for her daily ablutions, A ritual she does every day, worship Of the Goddess, she adores the most. The cowherd explains his helplessness- He depending upon the boat to ferry Him, across the river, the boatman Not arriving on time, to tak... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Faith: 1 of 37
Faith- short story It was a village in South India. The story is even now narrated when people come to this place on business as the village has developed commercially. There was an old woman living in this village and people respected her. She minded her business, talked less and spent much of her time in rituals, rea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Revenge: 3 of 89
Hamlet's father's ghost, urges his son for revenge, After narrating events leading to his murder. Shakespeare's works, read with care were for the stage, Including historical- they have revenge, as theme. Shylock's demand for flesh shedding no drop of blood! Forster and Webster's dramas dealing with blood and horror, All in... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Today: 3 of 84
TODAY Today was tomorrow yesterday Yesterday is history today, Today becomes yesterday tomorrow, a memory It is a chain, today, yesterday and tomorrow: The present, the past and the future. Think of today, today is omnipresent. Yesterday is no more in the reckoning- An experience, chronology in making. Today is importan... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Spirituality (Other) Are angels real or imaginary?: 1 of 26
I haven't seen angels and therefore I can only say they are imaginary. But many questions come to my mind. They are: What are angels and how did they originate? How many angels are there? Do they have bodies like us? Do you think they are messengers of God or do they represent God? Do they teach us anything to be practiced? ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Respect: 1 of 26
Respect is less love and more adoration; Respect your parents, is Love veneration Respecting elders is mandatory, some denied: Socrates called the young and warned them Don't respect elders if they aren't wise. Disrespect was shown by him to elders unwise; They governed nations, ruled over destinies! Gave him a cup of hemlo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spirituality: 4 of 101
SPIRITUALITY Spirituality begins with an enquiry! Who am I? Not the body, not the mind, Then who am I? Where have I come from? The biological body is the gift of the parents! Where am I going? Spiritual enquiry begins! Socrates, the Greek philosopher, started it! Before Christ was born! Who was Christ? Is he God? Why did he... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: School: 1 of 25
Reflections I was his student and later I became his colleague in the same school. He was a very popular and most respected in our school. During the initial stages of his career he felt nervous. This he told me later when we became colleagues. He came to our class for the first time; I could see that he was feeling jittery.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreaming of you: 3 of 60
D R E A M I N G O F YOU Is it day dreaming or a hallucination! I am dreaming! This is a state of consciousness I remember every part of it as if a real experience! Then what is that reality! I saw you in flesh and blood, I felt your orbs throbbing with excitement, felt softness Wafted me into those blissful regions of oblivi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A moment: 7 of 136
I went on a pilgrimage to a shrine With a woman that is not mine Distance we travelled together, Changed trains and buses, Gossiped the way through, In total oblivion of God, In whose search we came together. The Omnipresent God knowing well The intent kept Him at a distance. Desire grinding beneath in pite of myself To ge... More..