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White Ocean வெண்கடல் சிறுகதை

"ஜெயமோகனின் வெண்கடல் சிறுகதை‘“Why they say sidelong look? I will let you utter a word only if you explain this ” said Ganesh uncle. I was immersed in the  process of preparing Kayathirumeni balm . The smell was  like a lip smacking food item. The greenish oil at some point would turn as a gingerlly oil colour.<To be continued>

மன்மதன் (சிறுகதை) - Kamadevan - (Short Story)

எழுத்தாளர் ஜெயமோகனின் - மன்மதன்  சிறுகதை
Krishnan pulled the car over the shoulder.  Upon stepping out, he found the forenoon sunshine glare utterly blotted out his vision.  He could hardly notice the scattered gravels on the red soil driveaway. Pacing ahead, he caught the sight of a tall temple tower, only after cupping his hand over his eyes. Prolific plaster sculptures casting shadow over the sculptures carved beneath to their sole, constellating up till the evenly crowned Kalasam(*) structures, the high raised tower appeared like an unlit ramp. Devakottam(*) where mini stone statues depicting Lord Vishnu’s  various avatar with jutted out hands posed as if flying in the air. Black rock pigeons unevenly romped around the Devakottam.Krishnan smoothing his shirt wrinkles  ventured towards the tall tower. It was an ancient temple. Renovation must have happened years ago. As with the other temples he had visited recently, the bottom of the towers sub-sinked into floor soil.  Held up unde…

தேவதை - Ariadne

Ariadne - Jeyamohan  தேவதை-ஜெயமோகன்Certainly, you must have thumbed through the review articles of this book in literary magazines. According to Times Magazine’s highly acclaimed review “African influence in Western classical music” is one of the greatest musical research books published in last 50 years. As with any finest research work, elevating from its touchdown domain, this book appeals to the entire course of human culture. Spy girls popularized this book excerpting this wonder quote “Music makes me feel like worm” from the book to the extent that every street busker invariably ad-libs. When doyenne Mary Benham Flowood enunciated those lines for the book, I was composing, letter by letter in the typewriter. You might have noticed my name on the credit page. I claim this book as the greatest accomplishment of my 20 odd turbulent year life. My biological mother eloped with her then beau, out of Nigeria. After their happy marriage, venturing into successful laundry business, when …

சோற்றுக்கணக்கு - A Valued Meal

சோற்றுக்கணக்கு - A Valued Meal எழுத்தாளர் ஜெயமோகனின் - சோற்றுக்கணக்கு சிறுகதை - தமிழில்



There is a high chance that you may not have heard about “Kettle Sahib”. He owned a  restaurant abutting Sri Padmanabha Movie Theatre, off the Thiruvananthapuram Bazaar road roundabout. Circa 1960-1970, had a Thiruvananthapuram denizen not dined at his restaurant, he must be a vegetarian. He was running that restaurant until his demise  1978.

While his relatives still continue to serve meals at the same original premises on these days, as a filial respect, his son has been devolving the legacy of father in a new brand name of “Mubarak hotel” with the ample of  ‘father and sons’ offshoot restaurant chains across the city. Ever palatable fish curry and succulent chicken gravy tastes scrumptious even today. Crowds swarming to the restaurant, joining the waiting queue and then eat, as though each day a high season. A neo-adage “Amateurs visit Thiruvananthapuram, but professionals consummate, dining at Mub…