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Roadcompass the website that provides accurate information about destinations

Roadcompass                                                                                                                  Roadcompass is travel website portal which provides information about the travel destinations

around the world. The website was founded in the 2012 and launched in the year 2015. Roadcompass provides the users with a platform to search for interesting travel destinations, share their interest in photography, share the traveller’s story and it helps the travellers to organize their tours. The main aim of the website is to promote sustainable tourism.              

     Interested travellers can join the website by clicking on the “Join button”. Once the travellers joined the website they can upload their travel stories and photographs.   The website offers load of fun and adventure, users can rate the photographs, comment on the photographs and stories. The highly rated photographs will be featured on the home page of www.roadcompass.com .  This travel website is filled with fun and entertainment. There are videos to watch. But at the moment user cannot upload their videos. The video uploading function will be available soon in roadcompass.

Roadcompass  is a versatile website, users can  use this as photography website, travel blogging site, travel destination info site or a website to watch fun travel videos. 

Rajeev Sasidharan Young Indian entrepreneur

Rajeev  Sasidharan

Rajeev Ettanickuzhiyil Sasidharan (born December 18, 1985) is an Indian Entrepreneur. He is best known for founding the website www.roadcompass.com . Rajeev is the Managing director and CEO of the  website www.roadcompass.com .

Rajeev was inspired by the success of Orkut.  His initial effort to start a social network during the year 2005 was a failure due to the lack of knowledge about the industry   and also due to the lack of funds.

Early life

Rajeev was born in 1985 in Palai, Kerala, India.  He is the son of retired deputy Jailor E.N Sasidharan and his mother C.G Sukumary was a teacher by profession.  He and his younger brother Sajeev Sasidharan were brought up in  Alapuram a small village in the state of Kerala. Rajeev was raised as a Hindu but afterward he became an Atheist. He did His schooling at Alapuram Government Lower primary school and also at St.Peteres Higher Secondary school Elanji, Kerala, India.  

Early years and College life

After finishing the school Rajeev joined for the Bachelor’s degree in Commerce at St. Thomas College Palai.  After finishing the bachelor’s degree in first class he joined for Masters in Business Administration at Jaibharath College Perumbavoor, Kerala.  The Business Administration course helped him to find his  real potential. It was during this time he has realized his potential to become an entrepreneur.  During the year 2010 he went to study in Sunderland University UK for the Maters in International Business.

Career

Rajeev began his entrepreneurial life during the college days at Jaibharath College in, where he sold uniforms for his batch mates. He invested the profit form the uniform business into share trading which also was a success. Later during the year 2014 he started used cars selling which has provided him with 20% profit.

During the year 2010 he joined the Orridge PLC as a stock counter. Later during the same year he joined Poundland PLC UK as customer sales assistant. In 2012 he joined Marks and Spencer as sales assistant. 

www.roadcompass.com career

Rajeev started thinking about a website during the year of 2010, after the initial failure in 2005.   He started working on his idea for a website, the interest in travelling and photography inspired him to develop a website for travelling called www.roadcompass.comThe idea was converted from paper to reality in the year 2014 but it was failure due to the lack of skills from the development team. Later the website was redesigned and launched in the year 2015.

Politics

Rajeev Sasidharan has never specified his political views but he has some slight interest in the new political party AAP.

Personal life

He currently lives with his parents in his home town Alapauram. 

Expressions

These worries the expression of jealousy
 Bless the ones who uttered  love is cold
 One who sewed the dreams left the needle
 Needles and thorns the  bricks of life
 The silence, the silent corners of d streets,
 The trees never flowers the expression of  mind ?
 The smell of blossom the smell of her is she a flower ?
 Love, delusions, illusions, dreams the flashback and white light at the end
 The conviction of paralysed mind
 The busy streets, yellow lights, the damp mornings ,
 Looking up, the white clouds portraying the dreams
I presume they can read mind
 The fallen leaves the affection, instinct and urge to sail away
 Love, lust, pain, dreams, experience, life and the blossom Beautiful it is
 but  smile still stuck on the  walls some were. .....

Beast and halcyon

If I stitch my heart with her's will it stop this bleeding
Rejcetions, heart is a bin , turning rigid
The affection still dripping red in color
but no cord left to close the wound, wonder why its called love?
Shall i ask her, but she is stitching some one else's!
But what if he cant fill the holes she has
Broken shards of heart all over the sphere
Heart out of clay, but this kiln of experience hardening it,
as the days pass by
Petrified, will it unearth the beast that sleeps in every man's chest
Hope,  future  blossoms will bring the  halcyon to the beast ...

Afraid

Breeze fluttered in through the window
Unwelcomed , cool the smell of flowers never gave
 brushed my hair and memories
Met her when the trees shed the leaves
Afraid, lips closed tight and heart
Blame the time, the culprit
Eyes tried and tired of saying manything
She never understood
Swallowed the words
Years dont care about age and untold stories
The wheels of time crushes them
The breeze is still in the room twisting and turning,
Stiring memories
My body is cold now may be  breeze the reason
Let me take this breeze and secret to the graveyard..
(End 17/12/13)

Cave man in winter

The leaves kissing the ground

Summer, he said good bye 

She, drifted in with golden hair, scattered

Oh, the winter, white she is beautiful deep inside

Rugged, calm, peculiar, but she is pleasant 

Cold, frozen she is warm 

May be its the aspiration for  a new sunshine 

She shed memories, like the trees in winter  

Hold , hope that, she wont leave the cave man , 

like the trees in winter , static and stranded 

A cave man believing, winter will be summer and warm 

Emotions high, give it, the colors  of snow 

Reason , she is winter , will be going soon 

Do not want any memories embedded in snow and yellow leaves 

The basket is full of rugged reality .....

   

Curse

Sinners curse the God

Lovers curse the world

Dreamers curse the reality

Earners curse the time

Farmers curse the weather

But none curse the efforts they dint make

You and I are different, with different realities

Dusts of dreams

We are living in the desserts of souls

Everyone is fighting the soul

Whom you are trying to satisfy, soul or desires?

I broke and I am broken, dreams and love offered

Now living in the world of plenty

But hard to find the real love

Will you become the star after your battles on earth?

It’s a mystery

Why this hatred?

Is it the dreams? The cause of all battles

Dreaming a world with yellow flowers and butterflies swaying

Now all I see is red flowers, smells like gun powders and hot blood

You are the part of this green and blue but why you are trying to conquer it ?

Conquer your fears and stop this distress

Let your dreams and desires remain in dust, the cause of chaos

Chaos and distress will never bring equilibrium

It settles things but no peace no peace

Let your greedy dreams remain in dust.

[Note: Dedicated to all the innocent people who passed away in the bloody wars since the history began. The greed, the desire, learn to live with what you have, teach your children to be good humans]

 

Dreams and reality

My dreams were flying high but I was a kid
My hopes were high but I was a teenager
My dreams became true but that was not what I wanted
Now my hopes are flying high but I am not a teenager any more
I don't like the reality,  thought all of them are my friends
Thought I could hold you fore ever but the reality is strange
May be that is the reason i like the reality than dreams
The dreams will let go of you, no more dreams

Humming bird

All the flowers in my heart
She crushed it by shaking her head. 
She smiled and they smiled back and became red 
Don't know how long the memories will nourish them
Changing colors and they are turning black

For the sunshine

She came as a sunshine
With april showers and dafodils
Blossomed my dreams, it was spring
Brighter her eyes, promised so many things, but like an undone painting
Shared some notions, hard it was to agree but not impossible
She laughed, in his heart it rained the showers of joy
Nature so happy with april showers and flowers
Love it was unconditional, after the first love that he felt frrom the sweet drops of milk.
Her eyes wispered so many things, he acted ignorant to let her win
Her eyes wispered so many things, in his heart it rained though it was cloudy.
She put the veil ovier the truth, he smiled
The child in her heart he loved unconditionally
Love it was real , now more holes in his heart
Now like the bird without the blue sky
Waited for the sunshine like a sunflower
The sunshine it is gone, so the dafoldils, blue sky and the april showers
Closed my eyes,  to bury my dreams
Waiting for Nothing is a curse
Digging a hole to bury my dreams and the world I had for you ......

Photographs that left me speechelss

This picture was taken Kevin Carter(1960-1994) in the year 1993 during a  Sudan trip.

Kevin was born in Apartheid, South Africa on 13 th September 1960. During the Sudan trip, he saw this starving  girl, lying on the ground crawling towards the feeding center,  knowingly or unknowingly. He took his camera, at the same time a vulture landed on the scene,  as if it was weighting for the girl to die. He stayed there for 20 minutes for the vulture, to spread its wings but it never did. He took this shot before chasing the vulture away. At that time there was a rule which restricted all the journalists and such other people form helping the victims to avoid the diseases so he was helpless. Nobody  knows whether the girl has reached the feeding center or not may she had may be she not.
  The picture won the Pulitzer Prize in the year 1994. But he was a human with the pureness in his heart.  the image of the starving kid haunted him. his heart was full of repent that he couldn't helped the poor lad. He became depressed, tensed and frustrated with life.
On 27th July 1994 he committed suicide bearing the burden that he couldn't help the kid. He taped the exhaust of the pick up truck to his passenger seat  till he gasped for the last breath of pure air, which was filled with the Carbon Monoxide.
He wrote in his last death letter
I am depressed . . . without phone . . . money for rent . . . money for child support . . . money for debts . . . money!!! . . . I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain . . . of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners . . . " And then this: "I have gone to join Ken if I am that lucky."
(Please forgive me if there is any mistake by Serenity)

What do you see in the eyes of a child ? Hope,  playfulness, joy, naughtiness, curiosity, and it goes on...
But she was different. When i saw the picture for the first time i saw the hope, I didn't find any curiosity,  any joy, any naughtiness,  i found the hope, the hope that some one will come to save her from the water which was filled with the Volcanic ashes and debris.
This picture was taken by  Frank Fournier on 16th November 1985. Her Name is Omayra Sanchez the victim of the Nevado Del Ruiz volcano Columbia. She was just 13 years old when she died after she got trapped in the mud flow for 3 days.

My Heart

He saw the leaves becoming yellow while waiting for her. He never understood how he became attracted to her is it because of her cuteness, or because of her innocence, or the way she talks but he was sure about one thing that he will search for the answer in his whole life. He slept under the flame tree dreaming about the moments when he met her. The one thing he never understood was that why he is waiting for her but he never understood that it was out of love. As he waited, the leaves of the flame tree became yellow and started to fall down while giving way for the flowers with the bright red colored petals with white and yellow colors in the center which was surrounded by green colored sepals.  The sun was using all his powers to suck all the moisture from the earth as if he was a guy who hasn't drunk the water for years.

 The paddy fields formed cracks which reminded him about the skin of the alligator and the cows were searching desperately for the green grass. The hot wind, blown the dust to his face together with the sere petals of the flame tree now became light brown and some of them still red. While watching the flowers on the tree he could see the birds, blue sky and the white sun through the branches covered with flowers. He cherished the moments when he saw her feet crushing the flowers of the flame tree as he turned his head hearing sound of the silver anklet. She never realized the presence of him while collecting the few flowers from the ground and then she jumped in vain to grab the branches which were near to the ground. With the scorching Sun  on top of the head she started to sweat, as the sweat and they started glow in the sunlight making her face beautiful and brighter. He never closed his eyes for a moment and whenever he closed his after that she was there jumping for the flowers with her eyes concentrated on the flowers and revealing her calf which was light brown with the marks of the earlier injuries which may have formed in the earlier stages. She was light brown with combination of white which is typical among the Southern part of India. by the time she left he was in a transformation which he didn’t noticed, from there onwards his heart beats became fast , the nerves flinched, he could feel the blood rushing through his face, the vacuum and the fire inside his belly whenever he saw her or even when he heard her name. She was a stranger to him because all these years he never saw a girl before in his life and he never would be after wards. Imaginations were a wild horse for him, which ran uncontrollably and which gave him reasons to dream. But he never tried to speak to her, he never tried to speak to her not because of the reason that she was beautiful which she was, or she was unattainable but due to the reason that he was more prejudiced about the future which was due to the fact that his family owed a lot to her family in the sense of his own families existence. For his parents her family was a banyan tree which provided some shade when the sun of poverty was high. She was a thin girl with good height, and the smile on her face made him crazier even though he watched her from far away, far away from her eyes and thoughts. His face and thoughts became darker as she returned back to her home which was miles away after the vacation which left him with her smiling face.

 Afterwards when she left the village, he became so addicted to her that he kept on dreaming about her dreams about holding her hands and walking through the paddy fields where the white egrets and dark colored  herons waited in silence to catch the fishes, dreams about kissing her under the blue sky, looking into her eyes while lying on the green grass, dreams about talking to her about how much he loved her how much he wanted to make her as a partner, dreams about having kids but at the end of all dreams he would wake up how or when he is going to tell her that he Loves her more than anything in the world and by the time he told her, she was on the verge of starting a new life.

Seasons changed as if they want to go somewhere, the ripened mangoes started to fall together with the rain drops which filled the dried ponds, paddy fields and he sometimes stood there in the rain thinking about the girl, who was the main color of his dreams. After the rain the seeds started to germinate giving the greenish color to the earth. He wrote her name with the teak buds which became red when crushed, on the woods, on the tender leaves, under the rocks and in his heart harder, than he did anywhere else. Even after few years whenever he would see the rain pouring down he would get drenched in the memories of her

 He never realized why he loved her but by the time she realizes this fact she would be preparing mentally to kiss another man.

 The world was revolving around him but he was standing still waiting for her. Then when the vacations returned again with the anger of the sun he saw the red frock which was brighter than the hibiscus flower. The moment he saw the red smock along with a man and woman his heart pumped so fast, for a moment he felt it’s going to come out of its rib cage ripping apart his chest.  He felt the same fire in his belly that he would feel even after the 11 years.  But suddenly realizing something he ran back to his home as if he was a calf which was separated from its herd.  He felt so sad about the foolishness about he did, why did I run away? He asked to himself, why didn’t I stand there?  When I am going to see her again?  Did she see me? All sort of questions, he searched for the answers but all of them remained unanswerable. But the answer was that she didn't see him and she would not find him for the coming 11 years even though he was all around her, but away from her thoughts and eyes. From there onwards whenever he saw a red frock among the mob he scrutinized it to see whether it is she or not, his life became more miserable as he waited for her among the leafless rubber trees, in the mud road, on the side of pond, he even figured out the time she comes out of the house and made schedule to go to the town so that he can see her when he get passes her house. But most of the time his efforts had the same fate of the seeds germinated under the raging sun.

 From the time he realized he loves her stopped going to her house except in some unavoidable occasions which he doesn’t understood whether it was out of love or the difficulties he felt to hide his love for her. But all of the efforts would come to a dead end when he would saw his less attractive face in the mirror which forced him to stay in the room among the books which was full from the smell of old books which even after 11 years he would  finds very attractive and refreshing.

Every night he lay down on the pandanus mat watching through the windows the moon which looked like a cracked plate due to the branches of the leafless rubber trees. He could see the electric bulbs shining through the window and he thought, it may take at least 10 bronze lantern which used the kerosene as fuel and a cotton cloth which was twisted to form a wick which was then squeezed through the whole on the top of the lantern when lightened it produced an yellow light with slight red color. He read romantic novels, poems and he even had scribbled down some lines at the peak of his passion for her. He was so much obsessed with her that   whenever he tried to drew a picture it took the shape color  height, nails, the hairs on her hand, the eyes , face her slender legs it was she everywhere in the pictures, she was there in his dreams, she was everywhere where, were ever  he looked. He laid down on the mat which was made from dried pandanus plant leafs which was became very thin and each day he could a find a new hole due to the continuous struggle with the floor which was plastered with the mixture of the cow dung and the charcoal made out of the outer hard skin of coconut. There he  laid down listening to the music of the rain, watching her in his dreams, he could feel the presence of her in the room but the dreams where shattered when the rain drops succeeded in finding the week spots of the clay tile roof, created by the flying broken branches from the rubber trees. As the rain drops dripped down through the holes making it harder for him to sleep, but it was his stirred and disturbed heart contributed to the sleepless nights more than the rain. 
      26/05  
 The time was flying and it brought changes in his body in the form of hairs, height, power, emotions and feelings which were new and  fascinating but his heart remained the same locked on to her. She too had the same growth but there was difference as she grew her heart also grew with her without knowing that there was a heart which beats for her out in the open. But after so many years when he would say to her that, "he loved her without even seeing her face all these years", only to lose the war between hearts. Truth was a hard, sad, naked and all the above it was unavoidable, over the years he realized that ultimate outcome of love was frustration and which was the greatest truth he realized in his life and these repercussions made his life hard and his heart tough, which she described as a soft heart in those days, when he used to talk to her when the imaginations and dreams had a brighter color. 
Monsoon was showing all its brunt, like a stage performer with the wind, rain, lightning, the rubber trees were dancing like an oracle(velichapadu) but without prophecies, the sky was getting dark without giving a chance for the sun to prove his existence, whenever he tried or wanted to proclaim his love there was clouds of  family,  prejudice, customs and traditions which was used to discriminate  human beings, he thought may be it was due to the inability of the human race in differentiating  the man kind   on the basis of the smell of the urine, like the animals did, and that discrimination was pathetic and it stained the walls of mankind over the centuries until it became embedded on the walls of the heart of the unborn babies. It was so deep, so massive,     deep rooted, so in order to remove the stain, it demanded the wiping out of the entire human race so no one dared and no one would until the last human perishes from the face of the earth. People never evaluated the virtues of the living man they were fascinated by the traits of the dead and the intangible discrimination which was useless and the only reference available was the human heart which was very dark even though the world was getting brighter.
The years became the remainder of the rotting past and the inception of the future. In the dawn when the sun was demulcent and golden, he stood watching the flowers, swaying butterflies in the wind, listening to the black Drongo which produced various sounds, listening to the crows, myna, rofous treepie and various other birds, whose names were unknown to him. He saw the morning dews holding on to the tip of the green grass and glittering in the sunlight, and the spider webs which was also covered with the morning dews and the spider that was guarding the precious pearls. When he would die at the age of 83 these memories were there in the flash backs, helped him to die with the smile on his face which was full of wrinkles and loose skins. 
But the years erased his memories about her for a short period of time when he loved so many women and those affairs prompted the the young ladies to describe about how sinister he was in love. One of them cursed by saying with an impoverished heart: "You never realized how sincere was me to you but I realized how insincere was you to me” she couldn't spoke any more or when she spoke, but it was all sobbing that came out of her throat with the tears flowing from the eyes which forced its way to her chin and then t the earth. He never looked back, never tried to remember, never felt any sympathy or never regretted  about the dark skinned girl, there was no answers for his questions that why he left the girl to stand  alone among her sorrows. But he would find out the answer after 5 years that his heart was pledged to someone else, way back in the past.
30/05/11
As the days passed every thing became older ecxept the sweet memories about her. Memories never gets old they kept fresh and polished by the mind without  any reason. even when he lost her in the memories just a simple spark was enough to remember her, eyes which were similar to her, hairs, nails, the smell of her hair, the voice, that was enough for him to remeber her. 
01/06/11

But she never wanted his love,  she never realized it, she never tried to asses the depth of the ocean that he had in his heart and she never will. When he opened his heart in front of her she just ignored it with the blink of an eye, left him speechless. The time shapes the human heart , like a wind which shapes the sand dunes, it never leaves the human heart in one shape. She moved away like a leaf floating in the waves,   which can't change its course of direction. She never came back, he never tried to stop her, he never looked back knowing the fact that the fallen  leaves never goes back to the tree.After a long 20 years when he was laying on the bed with sweat,  gasping for the air with the hands and face of his wife on his chest, he looked through the window where he saw the flame tree still waiting for some one with all her hair combed and decorated with red flowers. He was thinking,  when she moved her hands towards his face , "no matter how hard you love some one, they cant love us back because of the large options which makes people confusing, and they cant love back because of the drastic change that brings to one's life and you cant give it, if some one doesn't wants it." She asked him what you are thinking my love? he answered with a smile" nothing"  "I was thinking, Love makes people highly immature and its a good feeling too."
(THE END)

never wanted to be

  But when  somebody lives in multi cultured society sitting on a bench in Oxford street where thousand of people walk around without looking at each other, it seems to be a strange place with strange people from different planets. The way they people walk, talk, smoke, laugh its all happens so fast some times they just walk around for nothing. Ladies with white dress, black dress, big breast shaped bodies, with make ups and costumes in their bags gives a notion that they  are trying to get the all eyes to one point and they do succeed in that. In  this kind of world when one penny lies on the beautiful paved floor of the streets no one have the time to pick it up even though its looks very shiny. It may lay down there for hours until some children get notices it and grabs it or until some road cleaning machines comes and sucks it up to its belly. At this point money is not a precious item may be because of the abundance of it or due to the less value possessed by it. But we all ran for it, run like wild pigs with leopard on their tail. People always say that its crazy world out there but they dont realize fact that the world is out there only because its crazy. Its due to that craziness we invented rockets, love our family, we think, travel.
    When i saw a girl kissing her boyfriend with long her under the shade of a tree with branches with no lives like the  hands of dark skinned thin girl. It moved in the wind like it was searching for something. The kiss was so passionate, so passionate that they almost fell down but he manged to get a grab on the trunk of the tree. The tree was trying to force its way through the concrete floor. It moved some of the tiles and that caused some cracks to form and when it grows more the floor will tear apart like the dried farm lands without the rain. But in the night when the street lights forces the lights through the tiny little branches it forms a circle like the web of a spider.