Facebook lives..

When he was leaving his mother behind the old age home, the very mom didn't cry. Her life was just thr complete happiness of her son. And there it was just unable to observe the emotions of him. He was completely emotionless in the presence of his wife, and during the whole marriage life.

The atmosphere in the home was just like of a boulevard, the very whole day..

In the night, after his busy hours, was just trying to find something special in his pocket facebook application like a child, like something he always used to see in someone's wall but always ignored carelessly..

After a while
He just found it somewhere in a page with a caption under a photo of a poor mother, saying
"please like, comment and share this photo if you love your mother"

He was happy like anything. Like a mad, he performed to give like and comments to the foto and even shared to, not only his wall,but to alot..

And like winning a huge bloody war, he went onto his bed in the hope of being he could express the whole love and affection to his solemn mother..

wrong interview or wrong place....??

Kuttappan was attending an interview for the 'SEAT' of Relationship Manager.


It was circulation manager who try cook kuttappan in a fry pan, asked in between
"Suppose I'm a Customer, who is not willing to get through your products, how will U approach me as a Marketing Manger.. Just show me..!!!"


Kuttappan replied
"I'm really sorry Sir.. I'm not a good actor .."

I was a too human with humanity..

my job was my resposibility
my job was my life..


I was on the boulevards of living bodies.. I've only one aim, to let the world know about the living style of my bothers and sisters who starving to death when the other side of the world is suffering from obesity and cholesterol of over food, when the dogs of them eats pizza nad sleeps over the corners of soft bed..


I did my job perfectly.. I did click the snap of my brother, whos was going to face death before reaching his food or life..


that was his life.. and it might be his end of the life too.. I dont know, I dint go after it..

when I won world's best photography award, I was happy..


but when I asked by the world, "is that all only, You could do for your brother.. "


I kept silence..




but, I've been asking myself the same question..
again and again..


I did find the answer..


I'm sorry brother.. I could have saved you brother, but I didnt..


Nothing can be done with that now..


sorry.. Let my life be the answer for the question and its for you brother...


I'm done with that..




-- me sabeesh, dedicating this story before the person who sacrified his life for the photo he had taken and and the same photo had been won the Pulitsar award---

The Last Hope

It was a cool morning...
After a tight sleep, leaving all tensions behind the night. I waked up slowly...
nothing much was there to plan and think for today. Not only for today, it was like since a long back...


juz after taking a long breath i got re directed to me.. my self...
'been thinking... and 'realizing...


when I realized there is no more option, after making a debt of huge amount, I planned to move to get poison with the last 20 bucks with me.
while moving I turned back, hearing my name. It was jackson, my mate.. He is doing some kind of small business like lottery and all there.
during the talk, I smiled of thinking, this guy will be surprised to hear my news tomorrow and would have told to his hearers like "I had a chat with him even very recently and there was no mention of such an accident.." 


suddenly, I was shocked of the question asked by him "man, get one lottery of juz 10 bucks and 1st prize is 1 Billion.. " after a stopping a while he continued..
 "draw is about to be held tomorrow noon.."


I was too thinking..


the Last hope..


Lottery costs juz 10 Bucks..


Rest 10 Bucks will be there to get poison, tomorrow afternoon..

sorry

I couldnt realize you and anything...

U didnt even tell me anything..

the biggest secret which has been hidden in your smiles and talks..

the real meaning of your life, which has been carried through out your life...



I am really blooding today...
my soul too..

confessing myself and dedicating the rest of blood and tears before you..
even knowing, that your blood, that has been sacrified for me, wont be brushed away with my tears..

sorry my dear..
sorryy..

Follower

today
I am alone in this darknes..

there was a time, I had all and everything like the brightness of sunshine.
and that time, there were plenty of pals around me to share me and to take part of my enjoyments.

Now, when I am surviving my days praying for a drop of light in the corner of this dark room

I could realize that even he is left away for me.. my pal, my follower since my birth..

Even without trying to understand me.. he is left away breaking my hope, hope of being my soul mate

for my life time.

my buddy mate..
my 'shadow'...!!

moral : Even your shadow -real buddy since yo birth- wont gonna follow you,
when you enter the darkness of sad life from the light of happy life...!!!