Archive for the ‘Poetry/Art’ Category
Official Logo of ThaalamBy Admin - March 1st, 2011 |
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The Arts and Culture Council of Canadian Tamil Youth Alliance (CTYA) officially announces the logo of Thaalam. More info: The Council will be hosting ‘Thaalam,’ an inter-university/college dance competition together with the Tamil Students Associations (TSA) from various colleges and universities in Canada. The competition is dated for June 19, 2011. The Arts and Culture… |
Today I dance, Because Tomorrow I dieBy Editor - January 27th, 2011 |
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by : EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan We breathe in movement, and embrace music |
CTFF Awards NominationsBy Admin - January 20th, 2011 |
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Official awards nominations for the Canadian Tamil Film Festival (CTFF). |
Poster Competition – Tamil Heritage Month ($500 for Winner)By Editor - January 9th, 2011 |
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Details regarding submissions for the Tamil Heritage Month Poster Competition inside. |
Are we friends?By Editor - December 8th, 2010 |
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By: Jonathan Arunasalam I wish I knew this is true |
Heroes.By Editor - November 24th, 2010 |
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“Hero is defined as a man or woman of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his or her brave deeds and noble qualities.” A HERO sacrifices their lives for the betterment of society. A HERO withstands pain and suffering in order to achieve the desires of others. |
WomanBy Editor - November 18th, 2010 |
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By: Chalini Anantharajah She is incomplete, void of feeling |
Paintings by Mithilah MahendranBy Editor - October 3rd, 2010 |
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“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures. ” – Henry Ward Beecher These paintings were painted by Mithilah Mahendran, a highly talented artist. |
Maya (Short Story by Renishaki Kamalanathan)By Editor - October 3rd, 2010 |
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Maya, A Short Story by Renishaki Kamalanathan I always tremble, mumble, twist and turn in my bed feeling dead, cold with that uneven conscious state of not knowing where I was. The wetness of my sweat on the plastic covering over my queen-sized bed that Aunt Sitha left on, annoyed me as if it was residue of blood. I always seemed to repeat Maya’s name regardless of tone, whether it was whispering, mumbling, or yelling. |
A hero arose from the flames of starvationBy Editor - September 23rd, 2010 |
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A hero arose from the flames of starvation |
