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Dear friends, time it is now to hearken to the heartwarming tale of Sudama, Who had for his childhood and bosom friend none other than Lord Krishna. But while the little Krishna became King of Dwaraka, as ordained by destiny, Sudama, the poor Brahmin lived nearby with his family in abject poverty.
It never once occurred to Sudama to approach for help Krishna the king, But when his children starved, his wife goaded him to ask for something. Thus it was that Sudama ventured to meet his dear friend Krishna, Carrying with him only a rag- wrapped gift of rice Poha!
When the all-knowing king Krishna knew his friend was at his palace gate, He came running barefoot to greet him, leaving beholders in amazement agape. Embracing his dear school friend, he, with the queen took him inside and made him rest, Washing his feet and showering him with love, they made Sudama feel like a privileged guest. Recalling happily their younger days, the two friends forgot the passage of time, Reluctant to seek favours, Suda…


Time was when the Gods themselves teamed up with their foes, the demons In order to get the nectar of Immortality by churning the cosmic oceans. But alas! Before they could get the much desired nectar Amrita, The ocean churned out the deadly poison called halahalakalakuta.
Seeing the danger to His Creation in the whole Universe, Lord Brahma the Creator requested help from Lord Shiva- all in tears. Then it was that the Almighty Shiva swallowed the deadly kalakuta, And retaining the poison in his throat became Blue- Throated Nilakanta.
Irrespective of whether this is legend or fable, One thing is for sure; It is a great parable. That God himself aids the faithful in the Spiritual path to arise By helping them to clean up their every material vice.



From childhood, Sujatha had a fascination for adventure, fantasy and sci-fi stories.
Now in her early twenties, she still loved to read books or see movies which took her off on a long flight of fancy. She could spend hours dreamily in such pursuits, unlike her smart phone peers. Though she detested conventional travels, she loved the concept of time travel.
Her parents, while happy about her not being addicted to the phone and the Net, were also a bit worried about her romantic notions on time travelling, AI etc and tried to gently wean her away towards regular studies, with limited success.
Frequently, she would relate the details of the weird dreams she started getting of late. Elves, dwarves, princes and princesses paid nocturnal visits to Sujatha in increasing frequency. While this perturbed her parents further, Varun, her younger brother would tease her, “Didn’t you see any tall handsome prince so far, instead of dwarves and other uglies?”
“Anything done in excess isn’t good,” Dad…


“How do you find your husband, dear?” asked mom to Jaya over phone. Jaya was in Hyderabad after marriage.
The newlywed Jaya giggled and said shyly, “He’s good, mom. I like him a lot.”
“That’s nice to hear,” said mom.
“Only that he has one or two annoying habits…nothing important-will tell you when we meet next. And ha… he is coming over to Chennai alone next week on some official work…you can meet him then.”
“Sure. We will receive Pradeep at the station.” ***
Pradeep looked around the three tier A/c compartment with irritation. He hated three tiers-they were so full of people of every description-There was this large old lady with a large three storied tiffin carrier enough probably for the whole coach. She was accompanied by an immensely fat boy who kept looking longingly at the tiffin carrier. The appetizing smells emanating from there annoyed Pradeep even more as Jaya’s frugal dinner had already evaporated from his tummy.
Luckily Pradeep got a lower berth which he was determined not to e…


“Did you pray?” asked dad, when Ramesh was getting ready for the interview. He had applied for an accountant’s position in a private firm.
“Yes dad, now let me hurry, it’s getting late,” said Ramesh, and got down from the lift of his multi story apartment and paused for a second below his apartment block to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. 
He was wearing black pants and a bright white shirt, neatly pressed for this special occasion.
Unknown to him, in another flat in the same complex, ‘House warming’ ceremony had just taken place. A reluctant cow had been brought all the way to the fourth floor, as it is considered auspicious.
The function just completed, some nearby residents wanted the cow dung in the corridor to be disposed off immediately, brooking no delay. The harried maid who had been working since early hours thought it fit to just fling it down, exactly where Ramesh was standing that time.
 Thus it was that the enraged Ramesh got a cowdung splotch on his white shirt fron…


What else do we need to pray for As long we have you, dear mother?
Where be the need to measure human endurance, Seeing you, the embodiment of tenacity?
What greater wonder can there be, Than the smile which glows on your face On seeing the children you breathe for?
What greater beauty is there Than your love-filled face With the time-etched creases?