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I am a crazy guy....

There is lots of things I am crazy about. My craziness for reading books started when I was a little boy. I liked comic books like anything. I will go and stand in front of petty shops gazing at children's magazines and comic books. I used to walk kms from my home to children's section of public library every week-end. When I was a teen I started reading historic novels mostly from Sandilyan. I cherish the historical MalaiKallan novel by Namakkal Kavignar in my memories, which I took out from paran of my Grandma's house. Later during my adulthood my passion for books matured to move towards Tamil Literature. During my college days I read lots of small circulatory magazines, novels & poems of prominent writers. I also read some of the good stuff on English too. I am really feel proud of being crazy about books. I still love reading like anything but cannot find much time to do that! Please bury me in library after I die otherwise I will become a ghost gone crazy for books!!

The other thing that made me to go crazy were women. I used to laugh If I think about the women whom I felt crazy about. I was crazy about my UKG teacher. I got infatuation with virtually any girl I saw from my childhood to adulthood! And now the last women I ever think of being crazy is my wife! And now I am very crazy about my kid!!

I was crazy about writing. I wanted to lead rest of my life as a professional poet and writer.
During my college days I wrote poems and short stories that was acknowledged by valuable literaturists and published in small circulatory magazines. I got selected and worked as a Student-Journalist in Vikatan magazine group. If you check my college notebooks all the last pages will be full of scribbled Tamil poems, story knots and thought gestations. I am still crazy about writing...that's why the blog is here for...for the crazy people to study for.... :-)






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