Blog by Rozi Nothiyal | Digital Diary

Discovering Tut The Saga Continues  He was just a teenager when he died. The last heir of powerfull family that had ruled Egypt it's empire for centuries, he was laid to rest laden with gold and eventually forgotten. Since the discovery of his tomp in 1922 , the modern world has speculatad about what happened to him, with murder being the most extreme possibility. New leaving his tomp for the first time in almost 80 years, Tut has undergone a CT scan that offers new clues about his life and death - and provides data for an accurate forensic reconstruction of the boyish pharaoh 

Maria Sharapova  There is something disarming about Maria Sharapova, something at odds with her ready smile and glamorous attire. And then something in her lifted her on Monday,22 August 2005 to the World number one position in women ' s tennis. All this happened in almost no time. Poised beyond her years, the Siberian born teenager took just four years as a professional reach the pinnacle. ( Maria Sharapova won the women's singles at Wimbledon in 2004 )

Iswaran The Storyteller   The story was narrated to Ganesha by a young man, Mahendra by name. He was a junior supervisor in a firm which offered on hire supervisor at various types of construction sites: factories, bridges, dams, and so on.☺️ Mahendra'' s job was to keep an eye on the activities at the work site.? He had to keep moving from place to place every now and then as ordered by his head office: from a coal mining area to a railway bridge construction sites, from there after a few minutes to a chemical plant which was coming up somewhere. ? He was a bachelor. His needs were simple and he was able to adjust himself to all kinds of construction, whether it was an ill-equipped circuit house or a makeshift canvas tent in the middle of a stone quarry ​​​​​​.? But one asset he had was his cook , Iswaran. The cook was quite attached to Mahendra and followed him uncomplaining wherever he was posted.? He cooked for Mahendra washed his clothes and chatted away with his master at night.? He could weave out  endless stories and anecdotes on varied subjects.?

My childhood  I was born into a middy- class Tamil family in the island town of Rameswaram in the erstwhile Madras State.? My father Jainulabdeen, had neither much formal education nor much wealth;despite these disadvantages, he possessed great innate wisdom and a true generosity of spirit .☺️ He had an ideal halpmate in my mother, Ashiamma.? I do not recall the exact number of people she fad every day , but.? I am quite certain that far more outsiders ate with us than all the members of our family put together.?