Nallur Rajadhani City Layout Kindle Edition by V.N. Giritharan (Author) Kindle Edition

 

Nallur Rajadhani City Layout Kindle Edition by V.N. Giritharan (Author) Kindle Edition

 

This book is about the city layout of the Nallur Rajadhani when Nallur was the capital of the Jaffna Tamil Kingdom. This is the English translation of its Tamil version, which was published by Sneha Pathippagam in Tamil Nadu (India) and Mangai Pathipagam (Canada). The English translation was done by Latha Ramakrishnan and edited by Thamayanthi Giritharan.

  

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Diaspora Short Story : Wife! - V.N.Giritharan (English Translation by Google AI Studio and edited by V.N.Giritharan ) -

[This English translation of the Tamil story is a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG.]

It was nearing eleven o'clock at night. Through the window, the pinnacles of buildings seemed to be in deep meditation. The crescent moon, a small boat adrift. Some pigeons perched on the balcony stirred. In the next apartment, the Jamaican and his white girlfriend, who had been loudly bickering until recently, had finally fallen silent. From Manoranitham's heart, memory-snakes arose, spreading their hoods and dancing. How much joy there was in leaning back in her father's armchair on the veranda, transforming his scent into a chair, and joining him in contemplating the beauty of the expansive sky! The night sky, strewn with stars, always filled her heart with a mysterious wonder. When she looked up, she felt like another star, floating and moving in the vast expanse, a part of it. At such times, her heart softened... She vividly remembered getting up early every morning with her father to watch the long-tailed comet that had arrived after many years.

'Father! A true bookworm. Father! A towering figure, over six feet tall. Thoughtful eyes. A gentle smile. Always reclining in his armchair, reading Graham Greene, Tolstoy, Wodehouse, Conrad,... Ananda Vikatan, Kalki, Kalaimagal...

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

[ This English translation of the Tamil story is a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG..]

The world unfolds before me through the window. The satisfaction of watching and enjoying the world spread out through the window is a unique and blissful experience. It's like the joy of framing the world and looking at it. There's a thrill in observing the various kinds of people passing by on 'Pape' Street. Jamaican people from the Caribbean islands; Guyanese Indians; these are descendants of those originally brought by white people for labor. The area near 'Pape' Street is predominantly inhabited by Greeks. One can find many such areas in Toronto. 'Little India', 'Little Italy'... many such neighborhoods.

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

[ This English translation of the Tamil story is a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG..]

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 a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG..]

    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) -

[ This English translation of the Tamil story is a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG..]

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