This blog is a combination of several blogs of mine devoted to different subjects/topics, viz:
1. Books (Books and Books and Books)
2. Short Stories (The World of Short Stories)
3. Poems (Your Poems and My Poems)
4. Alternative Medicine and Health
5. Spiritual (Suri’s Spiritual Quest)
6. Ideal Education
7. Love (Project Love)
8. Digital World (Suri’s Digital World)
8. Exclusive Tamil blog (Suriyodayam Tamil)
9. General Blog: SURiMOUNT
December 8, 2008 at 8:04 pm
Hi
Many thanks for including my article on your blog. I am glad that the infomation is of use to everyone and the article is widely read. I am hoping that once I re-locate to Bangalore in Jan 2009, I will be able to contribute more towards Healthy eating & Living in India.
I regurlarly write for Prevention (India today) Magazine and the stories are accessible from their website.
regards
Meghna
December 9, 2008 at 2:53 pm
Many thanks for visiting my blog. I am glad to note that you would contributing more articles on Healthy Eating & Living and look forward to them. Kindest regards. – Suri
November 21, 2009 at 10:16 pm
Dear Sir
I am really very glad to see your blog. You are doing a great service by bringing all subjects under one roof.
Om namasivaaya
Ashwinjee
November 21, 2010 at 7:33 pm
hello, sir i m a student… studying 9th std.. can u sumbit my poems in your website….In this site i have published my poem http://www.auropoetry.weebly.com pls select its and email me bcoz the website is to great.to read and publish
April 24, 2014 at 6:55 pm
hi suri, i’ve reworked a poem of mine that you’d put on your blog so i’m sharing it with you. hope you dont feel cheated.
cheers,
jimmy
The Long-Distance Runner
This is the man of the night.
When it is dark, anguish finds eloquence.
When it is day, he carries it
in his deadpan manner.
He will never display
this poetic error on a banner.
This man has always been old,
constantly aware
that no future is permanent.
He is the genesis of despair,
born as it were in an obituary column.
This man is a whirlpool
caught in revolving doors.
He is churned in a circle of self-pity.
He and his life were banished once.
He searches bliss.
If it ever comes, it will be anonymous.
This man is destitute.
He wants a dose of happiness
but they only give him truth.
This man walks to the sea
nursing his throat’s perennial lump.
But he will not jump.
19th February 1975