Our active members who check the site everyday;
Won't you please spend a minute to play? 
Or, is the point system driving you away? 
For the answer, please check Vani Muthukrishnan's gallery.
here is a picture of a beautiful peacock in our frontyard,dancing to the tunes of the morning bliss!it looks divine to see them fan their feathers,and converge them in to a single pony like plot. all mornings they come near when i put kolams,flies over and sits on the coconut tree in our home.for the first time when i heard them "coo"i was deeply shocked of hearing because i was imagining it to coo like a cucukoo.then i thought, may be,God gives people only a single best trait!,only a few good souls are lucky enough to get all traits at the best!.
Whenever I think of MJ, the song "We are the world" comes to my mind. Here are the lyrics of this famous song of Michael Jackson. May his soul RIP!
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
When I read about the month of aashADha, I suddenly remembered kAlidAsa's mEghadUtam. In it the second poem talks of the month of aashADha. It was the end of the month of aashADha. The yaksha, cursed by kubEra, was biding his time on the mountains of rAmagiri. He was separated from his wife. Due to worry and sorrow, he was emaciated. Even his golden bracelet was hanging loosely on his hand. His eyes fell on the mountain top and there he saw dark clouds which looked like an elephant ready to play in the stream.
Colour conscience is quite important in designs as well as in science. Let us take the bottom paisley design that I made in
http://www.ikolam.com/node/6030?p=1930
I wish I could share these with our ikolam friends!
Here is the link for the plum trees: http://www.ikolam.com/node/6247
Why not, for a change.
Mother is always there for you, but father is there when you need him. When I was about five, I was always afraid of the strange noises the palm tree, opposite to the house where we lived in Sholinghur, used to make. The intensity of fear was directly proportional to the intensity of darkness. One day my father took me to the base of the tree and showed me how the noise emanated when the wind blew past it. It is not the palm tree that is the culprit, but the wind. Gradually the fear began to evaporate.
