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| What do you think we should do to prevent cross border terrorism- cartoon |
Friday, August 29, 2014
What do you think we should do to prevent cross border terrorism- cartoon
Armed Forces Hospital - Brain on knee- Cartoon
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| we think with knees- armed forces cartoon- brain on knees |
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
KERALA'S NEW LIQUOR POLICY IS GOING TO BE REVOKED SOON
But
the irony is that, Kerala's new liquor policy is going to be revoked if not now then in the future at least by the time the next assembly elections will be announced. Now the elites in the society could easily have a
mini-bar in their house with spectacular brands arranged in full view
and our Excise dept and Police will chase after the poor class in hot
pursuit.
Then there will be uproar over "Class Distinctions" and then, this most
over hyped liquor policy will be revoked to facilitate the "feelings"
of general public..........
Monday, August 25, 2014
THREE CARTOONS ON NEW LIQUOR POLICY IN KERALA
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| LIQUOR LOAN.........മദ്യ വായ്പ |
Monday, August 18, 2014
11X80 mtr - CRILEY - Cartoon
England demolish India to win the series 3-1. England took advantage of the green pitch that was conducive to
swing bowling. And yes, we lacked quality fast bowling pair in the likes
of Walsh-Ambrose, Akram-Waqar, Anderson-Board etc.....who can utilise
the English conditions. What to say about our batsmen. It was just like
some 11X80 mtr CRILEY at London.
DHONI AFTER TEST DEFEAT- Cartoon
DHONI after England defeat India to win test series 3-1. " It's only now that we realize what does it mean to have freedom from the clutches of British... Belated Happy Independence Day...
Saturday, August 16, 2014
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY- 2014, The Gen WLAN way....
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY- 2014,
The Gen WLAN way....
I looked out of the window of my car and watched the morning sun coming through the mist. The street was almost deserted. A few passers-by were seen hurrying down the road to the nearby milk shop. Parked the car under the hospitable shade of a tree just outside my sister’s house located at Jawahar Nagar in Kowdiar, Trivandrum, with the engine running, we were waiting for her and her family to come out as we were taking a journey to a far off place to attend an all important family function.
“Look”, said my elder son, “that uncle is distributing national flags”.
I stared out to my right and found this middle aged gentleman scuttling around distributing small plastic tricolors and sweets to those commuters with great zeal and enthusiasm. When he saw my children gawking at him, he ran to meet them and with a warm Independence Day greeting, he handed over a beautiful flag and a few sweets to them. That provided with the opportunity they seemed to have been looking for. They took the chance to confide their intention to that gentleman which he readily agreed. No sooner had I came out of the car to express my sincere congratulations for his such patriotic act and to accept my share of sweet from him than I found my two sons moving around and distributing flags and sweets to other citizens. My sister and family also joined me in observing this interesting episode that was happening all of a sudden in front of their house. I took the opportunity to take some photos. Finally, when we bid adieu to him after spending a reasonable amount of time there, he expressed his great satisfaction at being able to see such an enthusiasm in the faces of the next generation India. As an Ex-Fauji, it came to my mind those most emotional moments in Kashmir during early nineties when we were all involved in distributing sweets to the public in Lal Chowk area during such occasions when terrorism was at its peak there. JAI HIND……JAI BHARAT……
The Gen WLAN way....
I looked out of the window of my car and watched the morning sun coming through the mist. The street was almost deserted. A few passers-by were seen hurrying down the road to the nearby milk shop. Parked the car under the hospitable shade of a tree just outside my sister’s house located at Jawahar Nagar in Kowdiar, Trivandrum, with the engine running, we were waiting for her and her family to come out as we were taking a journey to a far off place to attend an all important family function.
“Look”, said my elder son, “that uncle is distributing national flags”.
I stared out to my right and found this middle aged gentleman scuttling around distributing small plastic tricolors and sweets to those commuters with great zeal and enthusiasm. When he saw my children gawking at him, he ran to meet them and with a warm Independence Day greeting, he handed over a beautiful flag and a few sweets to them. That provided with the opportunity they seemed to have been looking for. They took the chance to confide their intention to that gentleman which he readily agreed. No sooner had I came out of the car to express my sincere congratulations for his such patriotic act and to accept my share of sweet from him than I found my two sons moving around and distributing flags and sweets to other citizens. My sister and family also joined me in observing this interesting episode that was happening all of a sudden in front of their house. I took the opportunity to take some photos. Finally, when we bid adieu to him after spending a reasonable amount of time there, he expressed his great satisfaction at being able to see such an enthusiasm in the faces of the next generation India. As an Ex-Fauji, it came to my mind those most emotional moments in Kashmir during early nineties when we were all involved in distributing sweets to the public in Lal Chowk area during such occasions when terrorism was at its peak there. JAI HIND……JAI BHARAT……
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
KINDNESS IS NOISELESS
KINDNESS IS NOISELESS
It poured down heavily here in Trivandrum this morning. While most folks kept themselves warm indoors, I’ve found standing in front of our gate completely drenched and shivering in cold but yelling at the top of her lungs as usual, this old fisher-women braving the downpour and getting in sync with the nature to reach her daily customers for her livelihood. She was calling my wife. Quite surprised to see that poor lady venturing out in such dirty weather and at the same time moved by her pathetic condition, I’ve asked my wife to buy something extra just to make her happy. I know this lady devotes most of her time to caring for her ailing husband who no longer works and her widowed daughter whom she has brought back to her house after her husband’s untimely death.
“She was telling me of a strange experience she had in the morning” said my wife while stepping back inside the house after buying some fish from her. “She was waiting at the bus stop near Shanghumugham to board a bus to Pattom. However there was no bus. So she made her way amidst the heavy rain to the nearby junction to hire an auto rickshaw. Many auto rickshaws passed by but none were willing to take a fully drenched fisher-woman with a nauseating palm woven fish basket held above her head. Finally one young man stopped in front of her and took her in. Maneuvered through flooded roads, he dropped her at Pattom. To her utter astonishment, this young man refused to take money from her. While getting down, he twisted himself around, leaning over the back of her driver seat and said that he too has a mother and can understand what it is like to struggle to make ends meet. Before he rode away, he also cautioned her that she may get sick by getting wet from the rain….”
By the time she finished narrating this incident, I had a really good feeling about him. He has treated the poor lady the way he treat his mother. He was willing to forgo some fifty or sixty odd bucks or even more which he could certainly make by giving this lame excuse that it’s raining heavily. Like a caring son, he cautioned her and left without thinking that he had done anything unusual. Dear brother, I salute you from the bottom of my heart. You gave me one more reason to believe that there is still some kindness left in this world. Every day we come across some beautiful people we may never see again. But the fact that such people are there in the midst of us gives an everlasting contentment.
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| KINDNESS IS NOISELESS |
It poured down heavily here in Trivandrum this morning. While most folks kept themselves warm indoors, I’ve found standing in front of our gate completely drenched and shivering in cold but yelling at the top of her lungs as usual, this old fisher-women braving the downpour and getting in sync with the nature to reach her daily customers for her livelihood. She was calling my wife. Quite surprised to see that poor lady venturing out in such dirty weather and at the same time moved by her pathetic condition, I’ve asked my wife to buy something extra just to make her happy. I know this lady devotes most of her time to caring for her ailing husband who no longer works and her widowed daughter whom she has brought back to her house after her husband’s untimely death.
“She was telling me of a strange experience she had in the morning” said my wife while stepping back inside the house after buying some fish from her. “She was waiting at the bus stop near Shanghumugham to board a bus to Pattom. However there was no bus. So she made her way amidst the heavy rain to the nearby junction to hire an auto rickshaw. Many auto rickshaws passed by but none were willing to take a fully drenched fisher-woman with a nauseating palm woven fish basket held above her head. Finally one young man stopped in front of her and took her in. Maneuvered through flooded roads, he dropped her at Pattom. To her utter astonishment, this young man refused to take money from her. While getting down, he twisted himself around, leaning over the back of her driver seat and said that he too has a mother and can understand what it is like to struggle to make ends meet. Before he rode away, he also cautioned her that she may get sick by getting wet from the rain….”
By the time she finished narrating this incident, I had a really good feeling about him. He has treated the poor lady the way he treat his mother. He was willing to forgo some fifty or sixty odd bucks or even more which he could certainly make by giving this lame excuse that it’s raining heavily. Like a caring son, he cautioned her and left without thinking that he had done anything unusual. Dear brother, I salute you from the bottom of my heart. You gave me one more reason to believe that there is still some kindness left in this world. Every day we come across some beautiful people we may never see again. But the fact that such people are there in the midst of us gives an everlasting contentment.
Monday, August 4, 2014
Two Indian Officials Arrested in Glasgow- Commonwealth Games-2014- Cartoon
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| Two Indian Officials Arrested in Glasgow- Commonwealth Games-2014- Cartoon |
Friday, August 1, 2014
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