THE EXPIRY DATE

Three occurrences that happened during a couple of day back , has really disturbed me and made me think whether some discussion in this direction is required.

Well the first one was that of passing away of the one and only DEV ANAND,which I felt was a real loss to the film society, and it made me sad too, because I was a real admirer of his films, liked his smile and was a die hard listener of his many songs. But beyond all this, the reason for my sadness was different, As a mark of tribute to Dev sab all TV channels were telecasting the songs of Dev anand acted movies, where his captivating face and smile was haunting the TV screens , Simultaneously some TV channels were also showing a recent interview with dev sharing the screen, as fragile personality, with sunken eyes, wrinkled cheeks and with that charismatic smile oh god, would he have ever imagined that old age can really make one devoid of those charm and looks. well seeing him than and now and than seeing myself now and comparing me 10 year back has really brought in a lot of fear about old age.I felt God, for once has been too unfair for he should have really put an expiry date on all of us, any product manufacturer has to invariably put the date of manufacture, the shelf period and not safe beyond this date. After all when all of us know that one thing certain is death why should we really undergo so much of hurdles carrying oneself with difficulty and old age problems. If this is there we may really have a quality life.

Well the second incident was the last lunar eclipse that happened a few days back, which was also visible in India, while this topic was being discussed with people at home what they were saying was again disturbing for they said as per the almanac, the previous day was a full moon day, we all have been told and read that the lunar eclipse normally happens on a full moon day. And in scientific terms when the sun , earth and the moon all three are in a straight line. If both the facts are true than we do have to infer that there has to be a slight shift either in the imaginary axis of the earth or some disturbance within the solar system. Well have we all not taken for granted that this universe would exist for ever and it is eternal. Well here again if any product/machine or a system, which functions untiringly will definitely undergo changes of wear and tear, and would really come to a grinding halt irrespective of the type of maintenance, here again I guess there has to be an expiry date for our solar system too, only thing is that we are unaware rather we do not want it to happen.

The third occurrence is my daughters every day lamenting, saying that  her friends share a topic that the world would come to an end during 2012, which again is one of such statements which keeps making the rounds now and than, and her worry and desire is that she has to live longer and feels she is being denied the right of living longer as her grand parents, uncles aunts and parents, here again I was reminded about fixing an expiry date, which should neither be too early nor too late.

An exit or scrapping when too tender or too old would be an irrational choice, so let our mighty god too go with some derived standardization by introducing the concept of  expiry dates   

THE JOURNEY

My worries started looming around me even ten days ahead of that dreadful day. I started having sleepless nights and my stress level kept on rising, ultimately the day too arrived I woke up early, took that extra care that I have to be pleasant able at the venue and should not find myself out of place, are you all guessing what this dreadful day might be, well it was a journey that I had to perform by flight.

Travelling by AIR even thou had a lot of fancy for me, the procedures and the environment that prevails once you step into an airport, makes you scary and dizzy, The first point of fear grip from that weird doubtful look that the security man, gives you at the entrance, than comes the next issue of checking in your baggage ,should I go to the scanner or go to the counter this doubt lingers on than I start swaying my eyes to capture what’s going on with the other co passengers who are heading in different directions .I start following one of them, trying to clone what ever is being done by him/her. But the doubt still there whether I am in the right queue, has my baggage been  loaded in to the right flight, am I following the right track/gate and till such time I get into the flight I have undergone  a thousand ripples I guess if an ECG machine is left at the airport every one would show a mind variation in there heart functioning.

Well once settled into my seat, now the next level of tension gripped me, is this journey going to be safe, I hope the flight takes off in time and with out any issue, the moment the cabin crew starts giving the safety tips I roll over my eyes to make sure that 8 exits do exist. Try to locate them and also have fixed up which can become the shortest route to escape, in case of emergency and whether  an emergency is anticipated or not I am fully geared up to meet it.

I say a few prayer to myself once the engine is switched on ,cling on to my seat(I think I don’t require a seat belt) my fear has fastened me more firmly to my seat, and really give a large relief when I start seeing the diminishing sizes of buildings, oh the take off is over, and soothe myself that things are fine for the moment, but I cant assure anything for the present,(sorry for being so pessimistic)By nature I am quite optimistic only this flightophobia(a new word of my invention)make me sick. Now turn back the same sequence of anxiety, despair and helplessness till such time that the flight makes a safe landing (me too).

Yeah this was the psych of mind when I started my journey from my home town , imagine what is in hold for me at the destination. I started tailing my co passengers ahead of me not taking my eyes off , following them praying that first I should reach the baggage collection point, second my baggage should arrive (shouldn’t have traveled in a different flight) and should really land up at the right exit gate, where some one might pick me up, lets run this sequence and see what happened, walking across various conveyors/escalators I reached a point where the conveyors were scrolling on with baggage, I waited for 10 min, couldn’t sight my unique bag, because it was in a rare colour (easy to identify).Then I look up on the CCTV information board which says my baggage collection is at a different point ,I scan around, locate the point, move on with a bit of nervousness and stand, staring at the moving corrugated conveyor, with more expectations  to sight  my bag, by then  the person assigned to pick me up  has already given me two to three calls, stating he waits at gate no 3(very exact details) I should not miss him. Atlast my bag has come, and carefully I head thro exit no 3, scanning around all the boards to locate my cab, and I fail to notice him? Is there another exit gate 3 and I landed else where, I now make a call on his mobile and say I am out. He too confirms he is right there, we both on connected mode start searching each other oh ,both of us are just facing each other. The only mistake he has made is to have given his own spelling for my name, which was beyond recognition. Well so far so good I am in a cab  hopefully heading towards my destination. And I am sure that each time I have to make a journey thro AIR, EVERY TIME ITS GOING TO BE THE SAME DEAL

THE MAZE

Don’t  we all love solving problems? Yeah! I can hear many saying nay, while some ARE JUST DOING IT ALWAYS ,well even though I was referring to problem solving in mathematics, the topic under scanner today is problem solving in real life.

I do hope we always look forward for many things to happen uninterrupted, like having a permanent job, getting your salary paid regularly, always longing that only our kid should get that standing ovation in all fields, that  our dear ones; father ,mother ,brothers ,sisters and kids should always be in the pink of their health, that our domestic help should come in time and of course not absent herself, that the train/flight/bus should be on time, that there should be no power cuts and that  every one of us should be the boss and no one should boss us over. Well such expectations and desires are endless and even if one activity is not going as per our expectation, then we have a problem. The moment we have a problem, all of us would like it to get resolved the earliest, so that ,life flows  like a steady river.

Well now the issue starts with how big or small our problem is, whether we are capable of solving it, whether we just have a single simple problem on hand or , has the problem too come as a serial string.

Well what ever it is, I did have a problem. In the recent days I earnestly believed that the problem should get solved(more than that, felt that it was my star, fate, karma and ill luck, which was the cause of my irony ).

This was the time that I had a whole  8-10 hours where I had nothing else to do than to brood over my ill luck and endlessly keep tuning down into the 80 channels on the television. To my surprise I found that I was not alone in this world, for there were many people along with me, because there were lot of dial in programmes and many people wer e calling up the stations and seeking remedies for their problems. This caught my fancy . When there seems to be some solution, why miss them? So I also started watching them ,to see whether I get some clue.

I was on a channel, there was a person sitting with a Laptop and of course an anchor who was aiding him by receiving the calls and transferring the person for a one is to one discussion. Oh! The first caller had landed. The man was asking , “What is your date of birth? What problems do you have?” The caller gave both the info spontaneously. There was a response from the person and he started reciting, “Your zodiac is so and so, the planets that you have to activate are Venus, Saturn, Mars. For this you have to wear a gem associated with the planet . Some times he spoke about a yantra and then there were at least two to three planets that were supposed to be deactivated, and during the 30 minutes program almost all the planets were under the zone of discussion for either activation or deactivation. Now I believed that I  too have to go thro this process identify which are the problem creating planets and how to enhance them.

I was wondering on this subject and accidently bumped on yet another channel, here again the set was different.  But two people were there to help people come out of their difficulty, again there was a stream of calls ,the same questions ,DOB ,and your problem.NOW THE REMEDY WAS DIFFERENT. THE EXPERT SAID, “Your Jupiter is weak or Saturn is in retro grade. And now the people were being guided to visit the shrines of identified deities who can mitigate the ill effect and make wonders for you.

My search did not stop here, I was on a different time band and a different channel, and here was an expert on vasthu. He was enquiring “What’s in the north of your house? Were is the kitchen placed? Is your tap in the north eastern corner? Have you closed your window facing north?” And suggesting various alterations that has to be made minor as well as major, like even turning ones house upside down. I started going around my house to check whether what ever deviations he said existed in my house and whether that was the reason for my problems.

Thinking about this in my browsing schedule ,now I had parked on a different channel, here was yet another expert who spoke about cosmic energy and activating cosmic energy thro pyramid, this was too heavy for me to handle, so flip I slipped into another channel, here again I could listen to people calling up an expert for respite, now the scene was slightly different the expert was a swamiji, who was fluently reciting some mantra in Sanskrit,(I doubt whether the caller could even capture a word out of it) and each person was given a mantra to be recited 108 times, 48 times etc, so that he would get the benevolence of the god .

When all these things were churning into my head, I had landed up into yet another channel which was claiming that once you train your mind and invoke the inner conscious then you can completely come out of any problems. Just due to paucity I am stopping here because I had encounters with at least a dozen more channels with different techniques

Now my difficulty is that I believe all of them and I guess following their advice would really give good results , but the problem is what do I really do should I go and get those gems, start visiting temples, recite mantras, demolish my kitchen and redo my house or start  practicing to control my mind. Well this is when I remembered problem solving in maths, the lesser the number of variables, the easier to solve and as the number of variable increases, the problem becomes very complex and tedious to solve.

SO NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO I RESOLVED TO DO THE EASIEST THING THAT IS TO KEEP QUIET,WELL IMAGINE WHAT DO WE DO WHEN YOU GET A VERY TOUGH QUESTION PAPER, IN MATHS,JUST WRITE YOUR ROLL NO AND SIT FOR 30 MINUTES AND SUBMIT YOUR PAPER AND COME OUT WELL THAT’S IT.GOD solves all our difficult problem.

SOME SERIOUS(SILLY)THOUGHTS

Can you recall, when was it the last time that you were yelled, scolded, shouted by some one,

And you retorted sharply, because the word used against you was that of an ,Animal, and felt your pride was totally  put to shambles.being the supreme human being

Well when I thought about this the names of some of the animals with Which we have been associated and scolded came to my mind aren’t these the very commonly used words,buffalo(aerumai) cow(maadu),DONKEY(KAZUTHAI)monkey(kurangu) and of course dog(nayae)

Well this made me to make some serious thinking, why  are  we called so?On the same day I got the answer for some of them.I was travelling in a car and was just looking out and registering the events that was getting captured, my thoughts were halted with a sudden jolt the driver had applied Brakes and in front of our vehicle there was a herd of cows having a jolly walk across the road, any amount of horning or hooting made no difference to them, they maintained, their pace and crossed the road in their usual way. OH this is what is called maadu mathri(like a cow) not heading to any external pressure, and having your own way.

W ell this reasoning was further enhanced, when I continued still further, this time what caught my attention was again a herd of cows and buffaloes ,grazing on the fields and to my surprise I found a few crows and sparrows had settled on its back and having a free ride and at times pecking at them, but there was no reaction from our friends, they did not even take cognizance that someone was making use of them and having a jolly ride, again the phrase MAADU MATHRI  came to my mind, so this had a different meaning, Not taking cognizance of your hardship and allowing others to make use of you. Is symbolically stated, when said  Maadu madri iru.

Is this all ,no I still have something  to add, I had travelled still further and again there was a slowing down of the car, this time again I wanted to know what can be the reason,? I saw that a overloaded bullock cart was maneuvering to move forward, the cows were helpless couldn’t express that they were stressed, but the rider was just lashing it thinking wonders may happen, so here again if some some said Maadu mathri iru, it means you should never express your difficulty, you should somehow deliver goods(aha this is the word used in all professional organization)even while you are hurt and bombarded ..

I was really getting worried why so many incidences linking a cow were happening on a single day and why I was extrapolating them and trying to decode them, while this was the thought that was lingering on  I watched  that a relatively young cow was galloping on the side lane ,and following that cow there were at least ten to fifteen cows which were racing with it,some were limping but they too were and galloping and running, not  aware what was the spark that made the first one to run and where they were heading too ,but  the other cows were following suite,so in this situation to be like a cow(maadu mathri) is to simply follow what ever your predecessor does not knowing where you would land.

Well now people who ever get a chance to read this can compare,their imaginations with relevant portion, yeah but I did really forget to tell you all PLEASE LISTEN TO Rajni,s song Vanthen da paal kareaen pasu maatha pathi pada poorean da, it really talks too high about cows, but I think who ever scolds us as Maadu have no reference to that song.

Well what about the other things, DONKEY,DOG,MONKEY……..,WELL I HAVE TO DO SOME RESEARCH ON THEM TO REALLY GIVE YOU SOME INFORMATIC IDEAS.

But let me finish this with some thing what I read in one of the books written by swami Nithyananda (yeah the same person who was jailed)Someone asks him the same questions ,why are we called as cow, donkey,etc.

So he has given a wonderful explanation, you become what you think,

when some one tries to throw insults,abuse,and dirt over you and you remain,without any reaction,you have started to behave like a cow.

 

When some one  touches you  and you react in a negative way just like the kick of a Donkey,and start brooding over thing and fall into depression,than you have started to behave like a donkey .

And lastly when some one trys to prod you and in response when you put your leg forward to move ahead than you have decided to be a horse , and set to make history.

“SO ULTIMATELY ITS OUR OWN REACTIONS WHAT MAKES US LET US MOVE FORWARD BRUSHING ASIDE,CTICISM AND INSULTS”

On The Memory lane

Hey everyone both young and old,I just thoughti would take you down your memory lane once again making you feel young and happy.well I know that if I post  a question ASKING HOW MANY OF YOU REMEMBER YOUR NURSERY RHYMES?I know most of you are going to put up your hands , because of two reasons
 i)That was your first lesson what you read in school,so you would not have forgotten them,but of course with variations that some may remember 10 and some 100
ii)Most of you would have at least one or two kids or siblings ,so you had the joy of redoing that.
Well ,what was going thro my mind was,the very basic Idea, regarding the person who would have incorporated,RHYMES IN THE CURRICULUM OF TODDLERS,for that was a very smart move of making them learn as many words as possible,Secondly it was the right media,to encourage the young mind to get interested in studies.
But I was also recalling whether the rhymes what we learnt were taught in the same way as that of ours to our Children.Because,we were taught this with  action ,each one of you can recall who was your mam/miss/teacher and what type of actions came out from her and how each one of us repeated them /reciprocated and how proud we were in replaying this to our parents when they asked us what was taught today?Contrary to that model nowadays we are more tuned into the habit of purchasing CD/CASSETTES and leave the child by its side to have a sing along programme, so we hardly know whether the value addition what was meant to go in has reached or not.
Now let me bring out a Few memorable rhymes and substantiate the above reasoning
Pussy cat,Pussycat,where have u been?
I've been to London to visit the Queen
Pussy cat,Pussycat,what did you do there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
Yeah from the above rhyme, the inference are, London the great country is the only place where you can really see the royal queen,BE IT ANY COUNTRY, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO Be away from the menace of rats.With all its wits the pussy can only frighten the mouse and not the Queen.Can u also recall who ur miss was and the action of fright what she made?
Well the next rhyme
One two buckle my shoe
three four knock the door
five six,pick up sticks
seven eight lay them straight
nine,ten a big fat hen.
Well ,watch out for the different words used in this small rhyme,and well this was more focused to teach the student on the numerals 1-10.Also imagine how many time they would have made the child to bend down to buckle the shoes,an inbuilt mild exercise.WELL The next one to follow,

Hot cross buns!hot cross buns!
One a penny,two a penny-Hot cross buns
If you have no daughters,give them to your sons
One a penny,two a penny-HOT CROSS BUNS
Here too  more thrust is given introducing more vocabulary and to the least denomination of money,penny
Who can forget the action rhyme the cow jumped over the moon and the dish ran away with the spoon,which were funny and made kids laugh endlessly.
SO my dear young moms,and young children go thro your rhyme list see what fun each contains and also shake your hands,legs and head bring life to them instead of Singing them as gingles.
Do not restrict yourself to rhymes in english, you may recollect so many of them in tamil,hindi,telugu etc
so enjoy

"WE THE LIVING"

                                                                          

                                          

Seeing this topic people need not associate themselves that this is a tribute to the great author  AYN RAND,OR HAVE a misconception that it’s a review on her famous book titled above. I  am a very ordinary persons who can only admire such a great writer of no parallel. But what I wanted to bring out her e is just a brief account of a very big family which has its presence to three generations, which I know personally.

THE FIRST GENERATION

There are only three characters in this segment on whom I would like to dwell upon and that’s about my father and mothers. Just to make things more common and applicable to all I would rather not name any character here with their personal names but go in with their common names

DAD: I have very little remembrance of how my dad looked like, when he was young or rather when I was young. Well but from a age that I can remember, I can says that he is an astounding personality, a few things what I can recall was his very unique way he would wear his pants inserting his legs, and the way that he would put on his lace knot, I have inherited the way he puts the lace knot, and I know that there are people in my office who like to imitate it but have failed.

I am still fascinated in eating a basket cake for which my love has not diminished,(the only item that has REMAINED my favorite)well the reason being that this was a piece of item that my dad used to buy from a baker man on the doorstep when I was five.

My father was a jack  of all trades, starting his journey flying high.I did mean it he was a flying crew In the IAF, seen a few wars associated himself in history with the china war, our child hood play and talks were centered on knat, dekota and fighter planes   

He changed his job to become an entrepreneur, was proprietor for a factory that Manufactured radio sets and its components, so our toys too changed to E core and F core of transformers, lids wire, soldering iron, flux, valves and gang condensers, I remember that this factory hosted big people like LATE SHRI BakthavatShalam . I have the honor of having a photo graph alongside with my dad as an Industrialist.He was a good trainer too he had passed out his knowledge to his pupil on radio theory and communications, who are leading good lifes, might be they would remember Dad for giving them a livelihood

He was wooed into politics, was instrumental in launching IND, have seen him with Madam Indira Gandhi, I guess he was one person who had the privilege of translating the speeches of at least 3-4 Prime ministers, SUCH AS Moraji Desai, Chandrasekar, Devekowda

A great orator with multi linguistic skill toooo good in English, we are yet  to match his vocabulary, HAVING A VERY loud and beautiful voice ,well modulated and having a mesmerizing  effect. HIS attire as a politician turned into dhoti and white shirts with the traditional tundu, was very particular that he dresses spic and span, was never tired of contesting elections He believed that failures were very near to success. only thing is we never gave him the infinite trials. was his unofficial secy. Fixing up dates., which made me familiar with all names towns ,city and villages in Tamilnadu.Became good at drafting and writing.

A very strict and lovable father, very strong in his knowledge base in physics, WE still go numb, when he states boyle’s law or Kirchoff’s law. Only weak in Math’s  all (grand children who find math’s difficult please see who”s responsible).Had his own ways of entertaining us, he played badminton cricket, TennIcoit and even at times boxing, tried to teach us a little bit of every thing good in chess too. have not seen my dad sketching figures.

HE has a special love for cinema and Musics, some of his favorite heroines include Nuthan ,durga kote, padmini,Kammambal,T.R.Rajakumari,sujatha,Simran and not to miss Deepika padukone.some how he did not relish MGR, but still liked enga veetu pillai and aayiratil oruvan.

Food was his favourite,he had a style of eating with cutlery, Is fond of non veg and relishes western items like sausages and tinned tuna. His will power made him to get a driving license at 60 and was on wheels till 75.Dads will power and the spirit of not giving up has made him to survive all odds.

Thou has a lot of bias on ladies, he loved his daughters and grand daughters  was ever eager to have the first glimpse of his grand children. He is having a great innings batting at the crease at 82.A staunch vaishnavite with all his prayers towards lord Venketeswara.I pray god to keep my dad healthy and happy all thro

MOM:

Mom is one character who is admired by all her grand children for her jellying with people of all ages

Her narration about her young age and schoolings and her everlasting  wits are her plus points, always had a serene beauty, never bothered to enhance it for she was confident of her looks .A GREAT MOM, can pacify any child  with her mellifluous  lullaby, playful  games, enfolding petting and her imaginative story  crafted by her about each one of them. Each child had a story in which he or she was the centre piece.And longed to hear it again and again

Should have been a good entrepreneur for her talents, used to design our dresses, wove sweaters, SHE WAS HIGHLY IMAGINATIVE AND ARTISTIC, she would reproduce anything with a slight observation

Decorated our hairs with imaginative plaits, no one can dare to request her to oil your hair, because you with we bathed with it.

A GREAT passionate COOK, SHE CAN MAKE YOU YEARN EVEN FOR THAT KANGI WHAT SHE MAKES, right from vegetarian, non veg and other cuisine mom was too good at it, the famous Subramanian swamy was also a fan of our moms rasam, SHOULD say that mummy was a pacca socialist, Her care for others outside the family is more than that she has for her children. more concerned  at the servants, very kind hearted and an animal lover, she had special love for her pet dogs TEDDY and dhorty .

Mom was participative in our growing up, she made small hand made dolls using rags, helped us in making dresses for them,encouraged us to make kootan sooru,using  small utensils in our backyard,very knowlegable in baby care and what not, Mom always was our guiding force telling us the importance of maintaining values,THE verses in the song ENTHA PILLAYUM NALLA PILLAI THAN MANIL PIRAKAYILAE, PIN NALAVAR AVATHUM,THEYAVAR AVATHUM ANNAI VALARPATILAE. Should go as a dedication to her FOR HAVING GIVEN SUCH GOOD CHILDREN TO THIS SOCIETY.

Many times I recall that she has never had a day of living a life of her own.The only desire I have at present is to show her the better side of life atleast for a short period.I LOVE YOU MOM

CMOM:This is how she is reffered,but called as amma by all of us, The first women in our generation to have entered college,very attractive and beautiful, She always had a very good sense of dressing up.I remember amma giving final touches to her curls and eye liner.Cmom was good at maths,she was the person whom dad could not overtake with her skills in algebra and other areas .Cmom had her hand as the first working women of our family worked for,M/S BEL Bangalore.HER PHOTOGRAPHS are areal treat to see with those beautiful.eyes.

MOM HAS AN EVER LASTING love for babies,which has not diminished.And thou I might look rude I should say that she has an extra love for boys than girls.She has been the god mother for all of us ,and stood with our joy and sorrow.

I have not seen amma singing or humming songs, but used to narrate lots of stories(a few only guess),which used to bee very lively where she would really emote the characters, the famous story of the dog with two girls,where you will really feel like crying when the dog goes in search of her kids

MOM was a perfectionist, I should credit her for ,giving appa his white dazzling dhothi”s and shirts,with her excellent hand wash, if at all we had some thing to envy about it was those white dresses that were drying. I HAVE not seen CMOM good at any extra handiworks, what mom used to do, like mom, Cmom too is a good  cook,with restricted expertise,her sundakka kozambu and vengaya kozambu are a real threat.

Cmom was more experienced in taking care of small kids,she used to be comfortable giving then there baths anddressing them up.She was our official attender at hospitals for her smartness and service

Amma of late has been more into spiritualality, spents more time in the pooja room and ammas prayers are always heard by god,or might be she asks too small things which god is generous to grant.

I n short to sum up, the Govt lost the advantage of having the services of a nice statictical person like mom,she has been a great companion and support to APPA. Ma, love u and thanks for the wonderful things you have done for us.

Well with this the first gen comes to an end,they have been blessed with 10 GEMS,WHO WE WILL MEET SHORTLY.

The hairy secrets

It was one of our  family get together The family members were having fun and chatting with their peer level relatives, discussions were flowing touching across many topics, like studies of their kids, what extra feats each one is good at, culinary tips, shopping experiences, preparedness for the forth coming festival, nuisances of unwanted messages from advertisers. This is when the topic started drifting slowly towards "Hair".

Are we not somehow  fascinated about hair?

I Receive at least a few sms from advertises claiming that they can control hair fall, delay baldness, enhance hair growth, and even implant fresh hair, you move on to TV channels you can find  an array of advertisements on a range of products, hair oil, shampoo, hair colorant, lice control.

Well we all might agree that we do have a special reference to hair as one of the most important natural gift which has the capability of enhancing our looks and never missed to pocket the complement that “you have  beautiful hair”

We at least spend a considerable time on doing our hair, be it short or long, combing and brushing and setting it in its place is what we love to do, and not to forget, the comb is the only cosmetic carried by men,thou he is Bald,And hair  is also one of the most envious procession for both men and women,  we never miss to spell a wow when u see a girl/lady with long voluminous bouncing hair and many a times we automatically would like to touch and  feel our own hair to compare ourselves on our standing.

I Think each one of us would have undergone that dreadful experience of undergoing our heads being shaved, crying/wailing before it  and at least seen our hairless head a hundred times in the mirror  and again cried seeing how ugly we looked with that hairless head.

Well coming back to our luncheon discussion about hair, one of my sister in laws was narrating the tough time she had ,in pursuing her teenage son for a haircut, while a few were lamenting that visiting a saloon for a haircut is one of the most priority items on men’s list. A few of us were complaining about the irrational decision that our teenage girls had done with chopping off the long dangling tresses with a short hair which they felt was more manageable, this is when my brother added spice to this topic stating that girls/ladies felt liberated when they could do away with their long hair, it gave them confidence and a feeling of freedom, and at times it was a way of saying to the other gender, Hum kise se kum nahi< we are not inferior to you in any way >. On the contrary the moment boys show resistance to have a haircut is an indirect way to express that they have grown up. Further, cutting the hair and grooming it short was extending a feeling that someone was interfering with their freedom, and perhaps cutting short the hair of a man was an act of taming him. He also said if men are allowed to grow their hair long they become very powerful, thou this was more a general statement, some thinking on this really made a lot of sense.

Don’t we have a general perception that girls with long hair neatly plaited, are highly accommodative, submissive, pious and homely, while those with short hair are highly arrogant , dominating and modern. Contrary to this guys who are well groomed and clean shaved are preferred against men with long hair(playfully called samiyar), when I just recall men with long hair, at least a few images which came to my mind were those of Lord Shiva, Jesus Christ, Buddha, Mahaveer, Baba and invariably all sadhus and sidhas,and of couse some of our inventors and scientists, who are really powerful. And those  extraordinary bad men what you see in movies and serials.

In general conversations,we refer hair in tamil as both very useless stuff or too great a one .,people who speak tamil may enjoy inserting a few slangs used and have a good laugh

GODLINESS

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder this is the adage and we all know that what appears beautiful to me might not attach the same resemblance to another,There can be no second opinion that man or woman right from their childhood to their old age have an eternal desire to feel and look pretty /beautiful/attractive and when they walk past at least a few eyes should follow them and a pair of heads should turn around to have yet another glimpse of the charm that has passed by.
Well ,when this is the general perception I might not hang out from this homogeneous group, so I also started following some ways and means to make me appear more pleasant/attractive, Having very little idea on managing beauty.I had to fall back on stufs that would give me some information  about how to regain that beautiful face or how to add value to my existing face,how to avoid problems of achene ,whats the best way of washing your face,AND HOW TO GET THAT GLOW ON YOUR FACE.
Now, my turn for a search started, every piece of paper or magazine that contained a few  beauty tips became my wild possession.And to expose my ignorance  there were many suggestions given,regarding using certain face wash, moisturising creams, herbal products,etc,etc to add to this there were a series of question answer session appearing in the magazines and TV, each query was replied with some tips, saying apply ,milk cream with rice flour,mix curd with honey and lemon, mix  multtani muttai and rose water,give liberal massage of olive oil, sun oil etc apply tomato paste, smash papaya and apply, you get smooth skin if you apply banana paste, well the list was end less and so also the ingredients. each time I read something or heard someone say a beauty tip I Was urged to try it out to see whether there was any  enhancement.
 well in the midst of all these things some one suggested that visiting a beauty parlour and getting a facial done would really set aside many of the ill go ts and you will get rejuvenated. Okay why discard this suggestion, So I stepped into a near by parlour, the worker there started working on my face, I had to ask her many times what she was doing and she kept replying,its cleaning,moisturising,removing black heads,steaming, applying a fruit pack, so on and so fourth, after spending a couple of hours and a couple of 500 rupee note I returned back home to see for some remarkable change, but was getting a reflection that was as the same, now some one said the glow would only last for a few days and this process should be continuous.and its effect is  short lived.With this experienceI was convinced that the only people who are gifted with that eternal beauty and
who have a universal acceptance as the everlasting beauty and who makes us freeze  with his/her dazzling glow and that type of halo is none other than our beloved deities, who"s beauty,  charm and grace,cannot be matched.In the recent days  not having  much to do    I had the opportunity of seeing more television(in terms of time) and it so happened that it was all festive time combined with navarathri and every channel was bringing some live pooja to your living room. thanking GOD for his blessings to have given me an opportunity to have such a detail dharshan I started following the ritual and abishegams ,each event was a blessing and thou the sequence may get jumbled the items used were drawing my attention, oil.sandal,coconut water,curd,honey,rose water,milk ash(thiruneer),panchamirtham(fruit mix) and now and than the idol was given a steaming with incandescent. well are these items not some of the primary elements used for a facial., haven't we heard that the secret tip behind the ravishing beauty of  Cleopatra was that she bathed in milk ,
Besides their merciful glances,dazzling charm and enchanting beauty and well defined features, are these continuous  abishegams  ADDING TO THE DIVINITY. IF ITS SO I GUESS WE TOO CAN REGAIN OUR LOST CHARM A ND THAT GODLINESS.with some tips as listed above     

"your name please"

Oh oh times are changing very fast what ever i guessed and defied as impossible or ridiculous is now happening to me. I did not believe that as you grow in age you lose your senses little by little and your memory too, I was making fun of people when they said there memory skills are poor or because that was my strong hold too. I never had  a phone book ,scribbled addresses on papers or referred to notes to recall any incidence cause I used my memory to store it, of late i feel difficult even to recall known names,and I am scared where someday i may forget my own name too. Yeah when i said this, I just got a flash of my memory kindled where i recollect  that a house fly(commonly called as Ee) was one day engaged in cleaning its house and as every one else do it was recalling certain incidents and memories.Aha this was the time when it suddenly,wanted to recall what its name was  ehm,  no use, any amount of crushing its brain cells did not give it any relief. So it was restless. Aren't we too restless, when we forget known things? and cannot recall such as the name of animals ,places and some beginning of favourite tunes,so what do we do start calling some of our favourite pal/sisters/brother/friend pose this question and get some relief so too the House fly set off to find out.What its name wasa
As it went out it sighted a calf which came zooming, so the fly,thought it would give some relief, so asked the calf  kozhu kozhu kanre en peyar enna?(oh chubby calf what is my name). The calf replied,saying what do i know i am too small ask my mom over there, she may be of some help. so the FLY NOW WENT TO THE MOTHER COW THAT WAS grazing and asked stating kanren thaya en peyar enna(oh mother of the calf what is my name?) The cow said how do i know ask my cowherd, he may be of some help, so the fly now set off to the cowherd and repeated Thayae maeikum aayane en payar enna?(cowherd of mother cow what is my name?) The cowherd too was helpless and said i am sorry i really don't know try asking this cane in my hand whether it knows so the fly repeated in the rhythmic from and asked the cane aayen kai kole en peyar enna?(the cane in the cowherds hand what is my name?) The cane too felt sorry and said i don't know why don't you ask that plant from where i have been made,so the fly went to the bamboo tree  and asked kol valarum kodimarame en payar enna?(bamboo tree from which the cane is extracted what is my name) the bamboo tree too expressed its inability and said why don't you give a try with the crane which is sitting on my branch and check your luck. the disturbed fly now with more tension,approached the crane and said........kodi marathil irrukum kokae en payar enna?(the crane on the bamboo tree what is my name?)the crane too said i does not know but offered help by saying why don't you ask the pond which i frequent and see whether you succeed, so the fly now went to the pond and asked the pond,koku varum kulame en payar enna?(the pond which is frequented by the crane what  is my name?)The pond too negated and said i am sorry i have no idea please have a check with the fish that lives in this water,
the fly any way ha dto know what its name was so continued with its format kozhu kozhu ....... kulathil vazhum meenae en payer enna?(fish living in this pond,what is my name?) the fish too gave up saying we do not know however the fisherman who nets us might be smart enough to clear your doubt, the fly approaches the fisher man and repeats .kozhu kozhu kanrae....... meen pidikum kosavanee en payer enna?(oh fisherman what is my name). this man too was in his wits so said i do not know try your luck with the net that i use,The fly went to the net that was spread for drying over the grassy land and enquired, kosavan veesum valaiyae en payer enna?(net used by the fisherman what is my name)The net directed the fly to check with the green grass on which it was spread so the fly recited......valai verithirugum pullae en payer enna?(grass could you tell me my name)the grass too shook its head saying no and told to check with the horse which was stabled which feeds on i.So the fly went to the horse and repeated   ..............      enn payer enna....?(grass eating horse whats my name)the horse never wanted to send away the fly with out extracting some work so casually said kindly give me some grass to fill my self i will tell u.The fly obliged cause anyway it was to find out what was its name,so brought a huge bundle of grass the horse ,after having its stomach filled.was very happy and started to neigh  ehEe,ehEe,ehEe, oh my god the fly recollected that its name is" Ee,"thanked the horse profusely and started back home. well this story/rhyme when narrated in school  made us to wonder, what a silly story it is can any one ever forget their name, but as we grow up we understand that it is possible to forget many things and at times your self too, if you Have DEMENTIA, little did the fly know that it had a serious medical problem.But we are aware that this can happen to many of us because nowadays we are so much driven with electronic gadgets that every info is stored in the mobile  ipad, iphone and computer. Iam so glad that the house fly suceeded in decoding its name due to its simplicity,but guess how difficult it would become for us with such fancy,multiple complex names "God save us from such an eventuality" AND LET US ALL STORE WHAT IS OUR NAME ON OUR MOBILE.because we rarely know what is our number because we never store it on our mobile and so also our names

when ruins speak up

I always wonder how passionate people are, about visiting new places and spending time relaxing . Thou the concept of holidaying,and going to places has gained large attention in recent years,But people often wanted to change the monotony of life,hence at least planned some days out visiting relatives, which was more economical,ands sometimes to holy places as a pilgrimage  to pay our thanks to the GOD for the good that has happened and to wade away any evil,beyond  this visiting places was a dream,which has come true,due to the multiplicity of airlines, a product development in the tourism industry,compelled pestering by our kids and of course the social pressure to keep up that you too had planned a holiday.well i also had planned a visit to Andaman a few years back,beyond the natural beauty that the island had to unfurl, the most fascinating and memorable,thing was the visit to the Andaman jail and the sound and light show,well the narration about toiling of the inmates was made by the tree which was witness for all that happened, which still remains, while the characters are dead and the sufferings and.such incidences are stored as memories in the grains of sand of the lovely beaches which,receive millions of people.
two recent incidents have made me to recall what the ruins would hold and how memories are lost until saved in some ones heart

Incident1: a few decades back we shared the pleasure of staying with my brother who was given palatial govt quarters,a white building surrounded with huge trees,plants and a veiled compound, our presence there would make the whole area lively,our mornings would start with a few sitting out in the veranda,sipping,our morning tea,browsing the papers,while a few kids would be enjoying their tricycle or bicycle ride ,my mom busy plucking flowers for making them into a mala,the kitchen brimming with activities to ensure that every one supposed to leave are fed and taken care of, the maid a the backyard,assisting in cleaning or washing, and as time progresses,people will start leaving for,schools,colleges work and for other business,the liveliness that was amid used to draw the attention of people passing thro on the roads, time changed and we have moved out but i happened to cross this building on my way to work only to see that it was occupied by different people with their own preferences.but a few years back it was declared as abandoned and work started for its demolition.when ever portion of the building was transformed into rubbles my heart ached and memories flooded down regarding our stay there,today the building is gone,many of the trees too have gone and a new building is coming up, i guess the soil there would behold the lost memories of happiness that was once there andwould  keep haunting as dreams.

Incident 2

i was on my way back from work i saw a huge JCB put to work it was sincerely bringing down the once famous Dasaprakash hotel, the demolition work was in full spree,and advertisement board also claiming that a posh,unaffordable,luxury apartment is coming up was establishing that this name would get erased from the memory of chennalites.there will be no dasaprakash signal, no hotel,no functions and no land mark as dasaprakash, only to be replaced by some dwelling unit to be filled with new people,.well,i have been to dasaprakash, with my dad and mom and sister ,while we were waiting for a medical seat counselling, i have organised a few official functions there, attended a few marriages, so also many people would have had occasions to carry memories of their own about this building which is just a rubble now to be built in.

These a just few examples, but the list would go on like the well on which i would sit and spend endless time looking into its depth, the easy chair which i would sit and drowse with an open book, the trees,under which time was spent to rest. who knows might be the the trees around us the rusting air the birds and insects too keep conversing about such things only we don't hear them

THE GOOD FIGHT

The world we live in is made of so many rules we but  we simply follow in the name of disciple, many a times we are let to feel so small at the behest of authority, where suddenly you feel that what ever authority you have has been nullified and you are simply at the mercy on them.well this would also apply to the troubled, starved devotee who takes on a pilgrimage to    Tirupathi,with one vision that some how he should have a glimpse of their favourable god and during that brief moment THE LORD ALMIGHTY should have eye contact with him,alas what happens the nearer you move towards him the pressure exerted by your co devotees and more by the security who just shove you out, Deny's you even that short glimpse and out from that group the only question that each one asks each other is samiya,partiya?(did you see god) well such instances are many and the insults you undergo are very many.
yet another place where you get hurt, insulted and helpless is when you are in hospital,having admitted your dear ones that small reassurance that he/she is fine is the paramount need of the hour,so we start queueing at the entrance/icu,many times you do undergo this feel that a preferential treatment is given by the security man,He would be allowing every one in, suddenly becomes,conscious the moment he sees you try's to stop you saying you do not have a pass you are late by whisker and the visitor time is over,well these can only be lame excuses,when you try to question his arbitrariness he is annoyed and treats you just like dirt,some take this humiliation with remorse, some would like establish the malafide behaviour,but then often you are left to fight a lone battle, in fact you will not be surprised to see that the security man has more sympathisers than the one who needs consideration.For courage and virtue are bad words in the present days.
so goes the insult list, which can be added up with your own experiences, which many a times we shy away even to share it with our dear ones,thou we may justify the act as apart of their duty,the inner intuition tells us that such negations ARE purely for the pleasure of saying NO. And such ridiculous rules As OBSERVED BY  COELHO "sometimes THE WORLD ask us to fight for thing's we do not understand and whose significance we will never discover ".but the feeling that you had the courage to stand up the humiliation and fight for a cause which you believe is true, gives you immense satisfaction and strenght

A SMALL OBSERVATION

Life is always woven around with contradictions and due to our preoccupied mind we rarely observe people places and articles around ask and even at times fail to logically analyse certain things and just agree that it has to be like that, well even this thought came to me only after reading yet another book of Paulo coelho were in he himself had said that certain things have logic  behind them like having buttons on the shirt  in the front which is for convenience , but having a qwerty key board has no logic(any contestants).well with this spark now i have started questioning the logic behind many things even like kaka en kaka enu kathuthu?

well i was recently out to a place by flight,which is always a dreadful experience,between the take of and landing their exists a vacant space,you can see no moving trees or posts as in the trains,never hear the crippling of birds,listen to those noises of vendors nothing ,even passengers next to you resolve to remain silent either with eyes shut or open,and me also following the same but, i preferred to just observe whats happening around me

well the first attention was towards the cabin crew and their dress code, why were all girls dressed in short skirt with a zip at the back,which was inaccessible ,tight shirts, and a hair do with a puffed bun which had to be put in place with so many hair pins,high heeled shoes,and a thick paste of kajal for the eyes and not to forget that dark lipstick,who had defined this dress code for them, are these people not the first to respond in case of emergency, the skirt was so tight that their steps were measured, then how would they run and reach anyone if required,will they not trip and fall while running with a high heel in the flight,by and large all of them were pretty,there were not there for a Barthnathya performance than why so much of make over, who has defined this, and why none of them have pointed out the practical difficulties, well i guess they would have fallen trap to the belief that this has to be like this,where no logic or reasoning is required .

well my second attention was drawn towards two kids and their mothers  The kid were so restless, kept on screaming in high decibel shrills,many a time he/she was calling out for his father who was just occupying a few seats away,the father never uttered even a single word nor nod,in acknowledgement of child's tantrums.

The mother was just taking that strenuous effort of holding this child in the cramped seat,avoiding all those eyes which gave a look when the child's cried,she had no weapon of distracting the child beyond that feeding bottle what she had.Never did i hear the mother nurturing it with lovable words,trying to soothe it and put to rests with the magic touch what many mothers had or use the threat that boochikaran would come or rather wee willi winki(modern mom) if he doesn't keep quiet, well this just kept me wondering whether,mothers have lost the art of child rearing,well it was beyond my level of reasoning i could only see that as the height inability

well now it was landing time, and as the descend started visibility of a few lights twinkling in far vicinity and the gradual increase in numbers and that celestial beauty of a million lights of different colours opened up, that's when i realised how long it has been since i saw the open sky and the twinkling stars, i guess its been years that i have relished seeing stars.The rhyme twinkle,twinkle little star has to be reminded and we should all go out and show to our kids this is night sky ,those tiny shining lights in the distant end is the star,which is as big as the sun , if not  we may even forget what stars really look like, so lets take time to see things around us work and leave more on convenience,ra.ther than following others without reasoning or logic

childhood

Oh oh with this fast phase of life and the kind of pressure that we shoulder on .Many a time we do curse ourselves to have grown up into adults. We often wonder how nice it would be to be a child again. i guess every one of us would have seen the feeding bottles and that Dal rice which was offered to our siblings with some envy and desperation that ,we have been denied it because we have grown in size.So also the type of restriction that has been injected to us as we grow in the name of good manners,Don't shout,be gentle,don't be adamant,respect others give attention to what others say,don't interrupt when some one speaks,be regular to school,don't confront your teacher. well the list would be quite exhaustive and would never end.
Well while this factor has been on my mind, today i happened to see an incident which gave me a reassurance that we can  still have the fun and excitement of a child and much more, but the price and risk that we  have to take is too huge. Any guesses ?how this can happen ?well all that you have to do is become a politician   and get elected to the parliament, you will realise that you have been returned your childhood,well if you still have any doubts about this just watch any TV channel that gives you an coverage on what happens in the Parliament, its really good and enjoyable

"Nambinaar keduvathillai"

when the going is tough and life looks tattered it is always good to be silent, withdrawn and calm.but putting our inner self to such silences is very difficult .as I had said once I  am an admirer of PAULO
COELHO's writings and hence thought i would revisit his books for some reassurance and strength.I
happened to see to story of a pencil WRITTEN BY COELHO  and i thought i would reproduce it for the benefit of everyone  A pencil has five qualities and IF  we manage to hang on to them, we would always be at peace
First quality    :you are capable of great things,but you must  never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps.We call that hand GOD,and He always guides us accordingly to His will.
 Second:   now and than we use a sharpener, that makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards,its much sharper. so  WE  too must learn to bear pain and sorrow because they will make us  a better person.
third: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out mistakes. this means that correcting something is not necessarily a bad thing as it helps to keep us on the road to justice.
fourth: what really MATTERS in a pencil is not its wooden exterior but the graphite inside. so always pay attention to what is happening inside you
fifth:     A pencil leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should  know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in action.

cemetery looters

Are we not too shy to express our self either orally or in written and is this not one of the major predicament that defines the sucess of man. Right from our young days as toddlers we start acquiring words  syllabi's etc and admiration runs in for people who have  a good vocabulary,more so if it is in a foreign language.Many a times we fumble with words and go blank  at times just for the simple reason that we are unable to recollect the right word/do not know the usage of words used/and also fear making some mistakes in pronouncing them
I learn noah webster is the first dictionary to come out in 1828 with about 70,000 word and on date it has around 475000 words which is again debatable,but i am really surprised with the introduction of new words in our daily life some pure English,some a mix of Tamil and English,some just substituting the local language its only with this back ground and a recent article in the Newspaper which has made such wanderings.
CEMETERY LOOTERS well on seeing this i was just shocked, .thinking that looters have now shifted their venues to cemetery instead of bungalows/homes/and houses,But thanks to the publishers that this was accompanied with a coloured photograph, where a woman made up as kali was danging glee fully with neem leaves in hand some organ of goat might be liver or lungs clenched in her teeth. well this made me to recollect what cemetery looters meant(i did give a momentary smile to myself for that knowledge enhancement).
WELL this is a ritual(festival)that follows Maha sivarathri and popularly known in Tamil as Mayana kolai,and colloquially termed as masana kolai,thats how we used to call it,well the writer wanted to give an account on this and not knowing how to get it on paper has translated each word mayana-cemetery and kokai-looter. so is that so simple to write. Had we known this life would have been soooo.easy for us not to remember words memorise spellings etc.

Coming back about reminisces of mayana kolai,(masana kolai, in our words) this was a dreadful day which we used to enjoy with,terror,we are scared  of horror movies, but still we would like to undergo that thrill, so was the case here too.

As school students, our school had a very big cementry in its neighbour hood, there would be a huge crowd,relatives of dead souls ,having a grave,would have assembled there, decorated the cemetery, and would have come with a spread of eateries,delicacies what they presume was liked by their  dear ones when they were alive.this crowd used to wait for the arrival of a convoy of  people dressed as deities mostly incarnations of kali with deadly colors and some raw meat clenched in hand or mouth.this scene and crowd was enough reasons for us to assemble their as spectators since the event was always around 4 oclock, the end of our school. how ever there were very scary description that     people dressed as kateri(as being named) would come and attack  people if found with any accessories in black.so we used to remove our black shoes dump it in our bags,cover our head and hair with what ever little cloth we have and prefer to take the gaps behind people so that we can have some glimpses but should never be the front liners of any attack, if at all it happens by the kateri, the long wait would end with people(dressed ones) just visiting the burial ground and occasionally they used to lift some eateries from the spread and eat, and people who ever have displayed it get a consoling factor that their dead ones have consumed the same.well this article was not about mayana kollai, but just in appreciation of the editor, who did not shy away from writing about this,many people would have had an iota of doubt how to give a caption and here we had one with out any inhibition wrote CEMETERY LOOTERS, YET ANOTHER ADDITION IN THE LIST OF VOCABULARY ON WEBSTER,well at this instant i am also reminded about a person
who walked up to the board and wrote VENGAYAM well this is response as a students to the challenge posted to a class who can spell (vengayam) in english correctly the expected reply being ONION ,well if we have confidence looks speaking and writing english  is a coool job

ENNA SUNDAY DA SAMY........!!!! @#@

WE often come across  usage of words such as, catastrophe/chaos pichikichu well here’s  just an insight about what they mean .

It was a Sunday morning, a long awaited day of rest, as you only break it from your routine of getting up in a hurry shouting at your kids seeing the clock every ten minutes to ensure whether you are in time to that 30 min of late with  which you can always enter your office head down avoiding those eyes  of a row of visitors with  with a minimal guilt, so the real rest what the word means is subjective..

I had made up my mind that the next day I don’t have to go thru this above mentioned routine and went to bed, the previous night presuming that I am going to have a relaxed stress free day. Well the clock had hardly crossed 10  past 7 , there was a gentle shrug  but a firm one from my maid, with the first announcement, water is not flowing in the taps, to make it still worse, she said she has operated the sump motor and still water doesn’t come, to give more clarity to her version, she narrated with action(u see she is partially dumb and deaf)that the motor does not make noise when switched on .

Well I think this much of alarm was sufficient to make me to jump out from bed to start  my relaxed day. Still that residual laziness to act made me to transform the same action to my daughter  shaking her up from her sleep  with a shout saying Check up whether the motor works this dame claims there’s no water. Well she went down returned and said yes the motor doesn’t work only difference being that she spoke these words out. Now I had to give the next command, check whether all three phases of EB is working after a delay of a few minutes she returned back saying yes. Now my temperament was changing, I said to my daughter do I have to give instructions one by one will you not run through  all the possibilities of reasoning to check why a device doesn’t work? Any way we can all guess why our people fair so badly in maths and problem solving, they get struck and always wait for the next statement for execution.

Well coming back to my water woe , I called up an electrician, with out showing up his displeasure to work on a Sunday he agreed to  turned up(bait being that he has been requesting for a job for his ward)and now a new dimension is added up there is no water in the s ump this response comes from my daughter, who has now gone for the next command    of execution. Oh now it is time for me to get started to switch from delegation to do it mode I walk down to the sump/motor for a first hand  status for the entire episode, well the inlet pipe of the sump is closed I open it so water starts filling up in the sump, the electrician turns up fixes up a wire that’s given up and the motor starts lifting up water, putting up a relief on my face but also triggering up with such a good start for my so called relaxed sun day…

This led me to wander my thoughts  on some of the happenings around

The recent pathetic earthquake of Japan, the tsunami and the after effects

The political war going on for clenching power, the exposures and aftermaths of various issues creeping in

Was the scene not the same even with epics such as Ramanayam, Ramas throning as king and his exile , ABDUCTION OF SITA AND THE STORY GOES ON..........

Well I can go about listing out happenings which substantiates that trouble small or big never come as a single episode but as a  culmination turning down into a catastrophe  but I think in the end every problems end with a solution and learning.

As alchemist quotes IF WE ARE DESTINED TO GET SOMETHING THE WHOLE WORLD CONSPIRES TO AID US ACHIEVE IT, AND I WOULD LIKE TO ADD THAT THIS IS BOTH FOR GOOD AND BAD,

AND JUST TO END WITH A KNOWN PUNCH SINGAM SINGALA VARUM…. PANNI KUTAMA THAN VARUM, I GUESS HAPPINESS COMES ONLY IN MEASURED QUANTITIES WHEREAS WORRIES AND TROUBLE COMES IN COUPLES AND COUPLETS.