Unlike any other year, this year has got a wide(and wild) range of mobile operating systems coming up. Each, with their own pros and cons, offers us some good features. Let us see about them.

Ubuntu phone:

Ubuntu existed to be an operating system for geeks but this situation changed as soon as Ubuntu switched to the new beautiful interface called “Unity”. This eye-candiness is now available for mobile phones too. Besides its beauty, this mobile OS shows some great features based on their “ONE-OS-TO-RULE-THEM-ALL” strategy(them means the mobiles, desktops and smart TVs). To know more, click here.

This one mobile OS made quite a buzz previously with its elegant design and dock to run desktop features as they say on their web site “Your phone is more immersive, the screen is less cluttered, and you flow naturally from app to app with edge magic. The phone becomes a full PC and thin client when docked.” Let us see what they are offering.

Apple has so long been the innovator of computer technology. Though Samsung galaxy s4 offers a wide array of features hot from the “science-fiction” stories, these were not innovative. I expected apple to stun me creating a whole new world of technology. But, it seems, they are just gonna follow the Samsung’s “update-the-technology-behavior” rather than innovating the technology(I’m not saying Samsung is not being innovative at all. I still prefer Samsung to Apple. So don’t take this as Hate Samsung post). Why am I saying so? Here are the recent moves of apple which seems to confirm this.

Pleasure of travelling. Mm… something nobody can deny with the reasons like vomit, and other kinds of allergies. From the childhood it had been a pleasure. But other people are moving?! We started to crawl. Other people never use their knee to move! We started to walk. It is the pleasure we experienced while running around… a change in the surroundings. The people laughed and smiled at you. They enjoyed watching your new exercise. Something new he/she had learned! That day, when we stumbled to crawl, the pleasure of travelling began. “The pleasure of travelling”… sounds as beautiful as the dew on a new bloomed flower. Let us enjoy it.

Battle is fought and we have won
I lie down now in my pool of blood
The gentle breeze blows and this victory
For you, mom, this breeze of love…

The times are flying without wings, and ducks cannot fly even with wings. I remember these lines as my childish poems. But these got meanings as deep as ocean. Having a difficulty on choosing which one to write, ‘Winner’ or ‘Mother’, my mind said “You are not a winner”. That time Mother said, “You are not a loser”. So, if I write, I should write only about you mom. Because she mom is the one who lead the way a feather of love and love and love, my first and best teacher.

காணாமல் செல்லும் நாட்களும்
நினைப்பின்றி செல்லும் நொடிகளும்
சேர்ந்து செய்த காலச் சக்கரத்தில்
சிக்கித் தவித்தன கறுப்பும் வெள்ளையும்
கண்ணீர் துளிகளில் தென்பட்டது வண்ணம்
வாசமின்றி..
காகிதப் பூக்களாய்!

Among the trees, I lay at night.
Watching you friends, as trees fight.
You winked, smiled, laughed and hailed.
You old people, new blossoms of light.

Times of year, the clouds stopped you.
Thee, in the gaps, like rose bud’s dew.
Kissed me to say, time moves away.
Later, the year, ye hugged me, new.

“Oh, God!”, I cried.
“Bestow me some peace; some peace”.
The mercy showed up in light; bright.
“My son…”, said the voice of heavens.
“My son… What do you need?”
He sought my worries which he knew.
“What troubles you so much;
The murmur of the mighty river
Or the jabber of the tallest trees?”
He sought my worries which he knew.

Gentle you are, clearing the glooms off life;
Ye are the gentle.
Glory you are, making smile in frowns;
Ye are the glory.
Prop you are, possessing my world;
Ye are the prop.

Thou caress my heart more than any soul;
Ye are the care.
Thee stash my feel beneath thy bosom;
Ye are the feel.
Thee form love inside the void;
Ye are the love.

The fishes are playing in the great sea.
The great mountains look ahead to see
The rays of sun bidding them good-bye
Behind the beautiful painting of clouds
Saying them forget me not forever.
Does the sun hide behind the hills
Or just the hills climb up to show
The most joyous beauty of night?