Diaspora short Story: The Husband by V.N.Giritharan (English Translation by Google AI Studio and edited by V.N.Giritharan ) -

Digital' Art Technology (Google Nano Banana) assistance: VNG

[ This English translation of the Tamil story is by Google AI Studio (edited by V.N.Giritharan  The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation.]

Sabapathy stood on the balcony, his mind disengaged from the sprawling view before him. As far as the eye could see, there were buildings. Tall, short, wide, narrow buildings. Like Desmond Morris said, nests where human animals live. He seemed entirely correct in stating that cities are zoos where human animals reside. In a way, perhaps cities are a cause for many of today's fundamental human problems. The numerous behavioral changes observed in animals when forced to live in cages are also apparently seen in human animals trapped within the dense concrete cages of cities. It is from within the city, after all, that modern man exercises authority over his fellow man. If we consider this with a mathematical logic, X=Y, Y=Z, therefore X=Z, then the main reason for today's human problems becomes the city-dweller. Sabapathy, however, was not in a state of mind to ponder all this.

Diaspora Short Story: The owner! - V.N. Giritharan (English translation by Google AI Studio, edited by V.N. Giritharan) -

Digital' Art Technology (Google Nano Banana) assistance: VNG

[ This English translation of the Tamil story is by Google AI Studio was edited by V.N.Giritharan  The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation.]

    A short story published in the 'Canada Special Issue' of Kanaiyaazhi, December 2000.

For the past twenty-four hours, freezing rain had been falling incessantly. The streets were covered in a thick layer of ice, and on top of that, it was bitterly cold. Somasundaram looked at the clock. It was almost ten at night. He really didn't feel like going to work in this cold, drenched in freezing rain. He lamented having to wander around like a rooster in the wee hours when everyone else was asleep. Back home, he was a physics teacher. How many of his students had become 'doctors' and 'engineers'? But here... he was a good 'immigrant' working seven days a week to build Canada's economy. A laborer on weekdays; a diligent security guard on weekends, supervising workers and serving the boss. He recalled what his supervisor, Joe Croward, had told him a little while ago on the phone.

"Sam. Today you're working at the City Hall underground parking lot. There have been many complaints over the past week... several items have been stolen from many vehicles... many 'street people' have been reported sleeping there at night... I have a lot of faith in you. You're a diligent and strict guard... it's your responsibility to ensure no one trespasses there."

An irritation towards Joe welled up in him. 'He's telling me to go work in this parking lot in this freezing cold.' Usually, he worked in a perfume factory. It was a comfortable job. Sitting at reception, answering phone calls, circling the factory and workers once an hour... he could comfortably stay warm inside the building. 'What to do, once you start dancing, you have to keep dancing.'

Diaspora Tamil Short Story: The African American Canadian Immigrant – V.N. Giritharan (English Translation by Google AI Studio & Edited by V.N.Giritharan) -

'Digital' Art Technology (Google Nano Banana) assistance: VNG

[ This English translation of the Tamil story is by Google AI Studio  was edited by V.N.Giritharan  The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation.]

It was by chance that I met him at a library branch in Toronto. He was a Black security guard, frequently patrolling the library with vigilance. I had come to the library because my elder daughter was participating in a storytelling session in the children's section. The event was scheduled to last at least an hour. To make good use of that time, I picked up a book, settled into a secluded chair, and began reading. As he walked past me, performing his duty, I yawned slightly. He too let out a huge yawn.

Tamil writer V. N. Giritharan’s Tamil song promotes the protection of nature!

Tamil writer V. N. Giritharan’s Tamil song promotes the protection of nature, with music and vocals by Suno AI. The accompanying digital art was created with AI - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--s_We6LiGg

MGR Tamil Autobiography 'Why Was I Born?' (Part 1)

 

MGR Tamil Autobiography 'Why Was I Born?' (Part 1) https://amzn.to/4nRQa0U
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Timeless Song: 'Pudhiya Vaanam! Pudhiya Bhoomi' (New Sky! New Earth!)

In the film 'Anbe Vaa', this song, with lyrics by Kavignar Vaali, sung by T.M.S, set to music by Mellisai Mannar M.S.V, and performed by MGR, has become a timeless and enduring classic.
All such deeply meaningful, life-guiding, and invigorating songs by MGR will remain timeless in Tamil literature.

MGR did something no other actor has done. Each of his films contains such a meaningful, sweet, and refreshing song. These songs convey useful and healthy ideas that guide life. These types of songs reveal MGR's social consciousness.

MGR's personality, imbued with social consciousness, immortalized the songs of many lyricists like Kannadasan, Vaali, Pulamaipithan, Alangudi Somu, Pattukkottai Kalyanasundaram, Udumalai Narayana Kavi, and Muthulingam.

MGR presented his film songs and films not just for entertainment, but also as tools to absorb life-guiding philosophies.

To listen to the song:

https://youtube.com/watch?v=tY7wmv-UDGQ

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V.N.Giritharan's Kindle (Amazon e-book) 'An Immigrant' (Novel)

The latest Kindle (Amazon e-book) edition of V. N. Giritharan’s acclaimed novel An Immigrant is now available! Get your copy here: https://amzn.to/43SNbhI
 

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