Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ

Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ

N. Asokan, who writes under the name எழுத்துக்கினியவன் | eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ, is a technologist by profession and a literary bridge-builder by passion.

Emotions
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Emotions

Translated from the original Tamil short story uṇarccikaḷ (உணர்ச்சிகள்) from the 1976 collection of short stories titled kōṭukaḷum kōlaṅkalum (கோடுகளும் கோலங்களும்) by Kuppilan Ai. Shanmugan. The original collection is available at noolaham.org. If you have any questions, please contact ez.iniyavan@gmail.com. She was sitting next to him. He peered at her intently with curiosity. Her proximity made him fidget. He breathed in the scent of the perfume that wafted from her and delighted in the gent
Story July 2025
Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ

Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ
Living Through Four Revolutions: How Computers, Internet, Mobiles, and AI Redefined the Human Story

Living Through Four Revolutions: How Computers, Internet, Mobiles, and AI Redefined the Human Story

Prof. N. Asokan was invited to give a short “morning assembly talk” at his alma mater, Trinity College, Kandy. The following is the transcribed version of his inspiring speech, reflecting on the four major technological revolutions that have shaped our world—and his life. He writes under the pen name 'eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ', including for Jaffna Monitor. Forty-five years ago, I walked into this assembly hall thrice a week for morning assembly. My classmates and I always sat over on that side. Today,
June 2025
Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ

Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ
Last Rite: Translated from the original Tamil short story கடைசிக் கைங்கரியம் from the 1964 collection of short stories titled அக்கா .

Last Rite: Translated from the original Tamil short story கடைசிக் கைங்கரியம் from the 1964 collection of short stories titled அக்கா .

By : A. Muttulingam Translated by: Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ Cry, Thaṇigāsalam, cry. Don’t stand silently like a tree. Your own wife, that saint who bent her head to receive your thāli in a promise to share in your joys and sorrows till death do you part, now lies here as a corpse. But you stand there staring at a distance. Is your heart made of stone! Or have you petrified into a statue? But you stand there staring at a distance. Is your heart made of stone! Or have you petrified into a statue? you h
June 2025 Story
Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ

Eḻuttukkiṉiyavaṉ