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An Open letter to the terrorists of the world While the year 2014 started on a promising note for me, it isn’t ending the way it was hoped for. Just a week has gone and I have heard the gunshots in Sydney Café, the bomb blasts in Syria, firing incidents in USA and now today, most horrific of them all, the shockwaves from Peshawar, Pakistan. I have seen it all in my close proximity in my country, India, where the terror has touched the people and their hearts are filled with the darkness arising from the repercussions of those brutal moments. Billions of people like me have remained scared of becoming a part of a crowd or a large gathering for we knew that an unknown bullet might put a hole in a head at some unfortunate moment. We are afraid of traveling in the public transport where besides the moron hooligans, a terrorist organization might have also planted a bomb. The fear surrounds us when we leave our kids to the school. The composure is regained only when the

The aroma of lavender filled her nostrils the moment she entered the apartment. This was probably the second time after her first visit to Shankar’s place many years back, when she noticed Shankar to be so concerned about the outer ambience; otherwise he only took care of his inner self. No specific attention was ever given to the exterior part; neither to his body nor to his place of dwelling. Sanyukta smiled mildly, trying to hide her thoughts from Shankar for she wanted it to be as natural as possible. The women generally have an extra sense to penetrate into the man’s heart and see what stays there. Sanyukta, one such learned beauty had seen the proposal coming. They already had a memorable evening. Subsequent to that romantic outing, the personal quality time spent after many weeks, the hands clasped into each other’s in a delightful evening stroll among the young couples on the serene dusky evening of India gate, the eyes dug into each other as if were hypnotized while sitt

Once upon a time , there was a little girl. Her tiny eyes had the sparkle of the glitzy dreams of touching the sky one day. Her raw strength defied the pain, she had to endure in the pursuit of her dreams. Her soft skin witnessed the marks of her hardships in her chase. She was nonchalant to all the adversities, for she had to fly. She could not accept a failure and strongly believed that one day she will get her wings and that day she will soar high watching the world beneath her. Here I lie in the corner of her bed watching the time progressing by. I am a diary, a friend , as she fondly calls me, a witness of all her secrets, some of which even she is unaware of.  Days and months and years have passed by; the little girl is a grown up woman now. She has developed fully grown broad wings. Her strength still remains a spectacle to be seen by the people around her. Her eyes still sparkle with the same glitzy dreams but what is that…..somewhere in the corner of her eyes, t

http://blog.talluk.com/the-sad-laughing-buddha/                                                        The Sad Laughing Buddha One of the biggest virtues of Buddha’s followers has been their pursuit for excellence to become the Human Beings in their purest forms. Probably that’s why the Buddha was portrayed as Laughing Buddha too because his clear message was to smile and spread smiles all over so that the world can be a congenial place where everybody is Happy. But, how do the smiles spread when there are no more eye contacts. The people in this technology freak world are so immersed in their iPhones, Samsungs and smart phones that they have forgotten the very basic ethos of harmony and camaraderie. Many of the similar kind of thoughts bombarded my mind during my recent travel to Singapore. The moment I entered the local train (MRT), the whole world seemed completely unaware of me or the real human beings all around. I saw the very pretty girls wearing stun

Today, it was a lazy morning. I woke up late and then straight away went out to hit the gym. After a couple of high energy work out sessions, went straight into the Steam and Sauna section. People have asked me that why do I like working out. When they ask, I could hear the answers they expect…. For me …. I just like those moments when after a rigorous session of physically draining exercises, the mind can’t think of anything but is just busy to manage some energy to keep the body on it’s feet . Those are blissful moments; no external noise and complete focus…..just like meditation. Well, that was just a small thought which I felt like sharing; my story for today is about something else. So after those work out sessions and relaxed moments in the steam compartment, I packed myself up and went back to home. After a few minutes of reaching home, I searched for my coffee mug and realized that it’s still left in the car. Along came a thought of my wallet and I started searchi

www.talluk.com They say that the best way to pay back to the society is to create employment opportunities. I believe that one can start very small even by simply employing a domestic help and thereby indirectly infusing the necessary confidence in him/her to take the hardships of the world, head on.   A person at work contributes to the entire society by giving a better quality of life to his/her family with the earnings, direct and indirect taxes to the govt which are then used for further betterment of the society and a food for thought for those otherwise empty minds. The whole process creates an ecosystem where the people become self-dependent and inter-dependent at the same time. I have always dreamed of an India which is the epitome of love and harmony. I have seen my world of dreams stumble many a times and yet again it gets back on its feet as if some invisible force is helping it. It dawned to me very recently that the invisible force is nothing else but is the