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- A journalist by profession for the last 15 years.Masters degree in English Language and Mass Communication and Journalism. Keenly interested in human interest stories.
wailing hearts
It was a day of festivity and celebration. The city of Calicut was in the mood of a carnival. So much was the colour of the music and dances.
Reshad was busy with his job. To him, the day brings
fond but nostalgic memories of a blissful fiesta. The moment he was crowned as the best mimicry artist in the state school fest in the yester year, a cultural extravaganza, which is unique in its nature and largest in Asia in student and mass participation .
So deep and melliflous was his voice that gained him the lucrative reward. But it was short living. He was thrown to the streets of realty, that is the chill penury and destitution. He took the way passed by his father not the less passed by, that is the artistic career. The skill and inginiuty failed in confrontation with the reality.
Today, he works as an agent of the private buses, that is to invite and arranges the commuters for the buses.
An artist with par excellence, and that too a young bud, spills his sweat in the hustle and bustle of the dirty bustand.
His father, the only bread winner of a six member family is no more.Now it is the turn of the 15 year old boy.
What he acts now is an art, but an act between life and dream.
Reshad was busy with his job. To him, the day brings
fond but nostalgic memories of a blissful fiesta. The moment he was crowned as the best mimicry artist in the state school fest in the yester year, a cultural extravaganza, which is unique in its nature and largest in Asia in student and mass participation .
So deep and melliflous was his voice that gained him the lucrative reward. But it was short living. He was thrown to the streets of realty, that is the chill penury and destitution. He took the way passed by his father not the less passed by, that is the artistic career. The skill and inginiuty failed in confrontation with the reality.
Today, he works as an agent of the private buses, that is to invite and arranges the commuters for the buses.
An artist with par excellence, and that too a young bud, spills his sweat in the hustle and bustle of the dirty bustand.
His father, the only bread winner of a six member family is no more.Now it is the turn of the 15 year old boy.
What he acts now is an art, but an act between life and dream.