The Outstanding Figure in the World of Indian Films – An Essay by Author Joy J. Kaimaparamban

On April 9, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Editor

June 15, 1971 was the end of an Era. It was the day of the sad demise of a distinguished actor, Sathyan. He started his career as a schoolmaster. Then became a Military man, and afterwards a Sub Inspector in Government service. He was very interested in seeing plays, which were performed frequently. Despite being a public servant his ultimate ambition was becoming an actor in films. At last he passed in the examination.

India, the Country of Numerous Languages – An Essay by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

On April 4, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

Sir George Greyerson who has researched on the subject of Indian languages stated as having 723 languages in the country. Despite of its prominence Sanskrit is considered as a dead language.

India’s Lady Prime Minister Who Had Been Assassinated

On March 25, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

Indira Priyadarsini was her real name the daughter of the first Prime Minister Jawaaharlal Nehru. She had been the second lady Prime Minister of the world and the first lady Prime Minister of India. The periods in which Indira had served India can be considered as the Golden Times of Independent India. For separatonists she was a nightmare as well as a ferocious enemy.

The Great First Indian Film Maker – An Essay by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

On March 17, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

Dhundiraj Govind Phalke had been fully satisfied with his feature films more than a hundred and twenty small films. The first of his feature film was ‘Rajah Harischandra’, the story of the most honest King of Indian Mythology.

The Retired Policeman – A Short Story by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

On March 13, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

The nature seemed in the horripilation of the coolness of the last night. Unexpectedly a raining has watered the soil and trees. A swift wind came towards for smooching me with its comfort giving lips.

Jawaaharlal Nehru: The Master Builder of a Nation – An Essay by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

On February 27, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

The meaning of Jawaahar is Gem. Jawaaharlal Nehru was unique and unbeatable. Precious Gem of India. Despite of his separation in 1964, each citizen of India keep the memory of the Great man in his heart as an unfaded Rose flower.

The Story Of The Great Soul – Mahatma Gandhi – The Father Of The Nation Of India

On February 21, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

I know nobody in the world will be ignorant about this half naked man. Despite of his study in law, he himself chosen the dressing of a poor Indian citizen throwing away his pants and such decorations of a barrister.

Khajuraho India – A Moment Of Erotic Dreams by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

On February 12, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Editor

In the Indian State of Madhya Pradesh, there is a district known as Chathaarpure, where you can see a lot of beautiful Temples there. In ancient times there were growing numerous date palms, which being called as Khajur in Hindi language

Buddha: Transfiguration Of A Prince – An Essay by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

On January 23, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

Gauthama who had been known as Buddha and Siddhartha after getting ‘Light of Knowledge’ was born in Lumbini. It is in Kapilavassthu, which is situating in the north part of Basthi district in Uthar Pradesh. He took birth as the son of the King Suddhodana.

The Greatest Holy Sage Of India – Essay by Joy J. Kaimaparamban

On January 18, 2012, in Guest Writers, Joy J. Kaimaparamban, by Editor

January of 2012 marks the 150th Birth Anniversary day of Swami Vivekananda, the Greatest Holy Sage of India. He is known as a ‘Karmayogi’ who had done his duties without expecting any reward. He had been blowing as a whirlwind all over the word.