I was fascinated to see the way in which Google celebrated his memory. The dedication of Google to find an apt way to present the scientist's memory deserves price. While apple fell down I felt pleasure to see it. To make others happy is a fine quality. I appreciate noble minds behind this. I shall tell a real story. I was hospitalized in an ayurveda eye hospital with an iso certification in April 09. It was far away from my house.
There are no such things as operation there. The treatments were according to strict table of time. There were time gap between each treatments. It was a boredom period. One day I took a paper and wrote a letter and sent to an editor. It was for consuming time. After some weeks it was posted at koothattukulam post office not by me but another patient who after treatment left the hospital. After some months I got a copy of that magazine. To my astonishment my lines were seen printed in it. It was not in the column of letters to the editor, but as an independent poetry. I do not claim the article as poem.
But editor misunderstood. Due to the particular condition of eyes during the eye treatment period I had many mistakes in arranging the lines. It was my mistake and my mistakes made me a poet. Luck does not discontinue. In the next issue of that magazine there were so many letters from readers appreciating my poem. This time their mistake made me a story writer. I wrote these things as a real story. I gave to a friend of me. He publishes a booklet every month. He gives to all who assembles in a meeting of writers on every first sun day. While I attended the meeting all participants looked at me some came forward and shook hand. Every one approached me with a smiling face showing that they are all happy with what they read. These are all real incidents. I hereby allow any one to resend this article to anywhere translate to any language without any consent formalities.