Happy Independence Day!

August 15 2011

India is my country and 
All Indians are my brothers and sisters.
I love my country and 
I am proud of its rich and varied heritage. 
I shall always strive to be worthy of it. 
I shall give respect to my parents, teachers and elders and treat everyone with courtesy.
To my country and my people, 
I pledge my devotion.In their well being and prosperity alone, lies my happiness

My Lonely Life...

August 14 2011

Early in my childhood
A thorn pierced my heart
As I grew, it tore deeper
With age, I realized it was
The thorn of loneliness…

In joy I laugh, in pain I cry
Among crowd and at party
I walk, I talk, I sit and I move
With my family, with friends

But always feel I’m alone…

Tears, wrung from my heart
Soak through my soul which
Got devoured by loneliness
The day I die, will I have to

Carry my own corpse, alone?

God did not even ask me!!!

August 13 2011

God decided to encourage people to have fewer children and introduced an award scheme… During the procedure at one point, he concentrated on learning about the situation in India:
He first met Jawaharlal Nehru in heaven, and asked him how many children he had during his time on earth. Nehru replied… only one!
Happy with the relatively good family planning adopted, God awarded Nehru with a Celestial Rolls Royce!

Indira Gandhi was next, and God asked the same question. She replied she had two children, and God thought, not too bad, so he gave her a BMW.
Dr. Radhakrishnan was next in line. God was not pleased to hear that he had six children, and gave him a Morris-8 as a kind of punishment…
Sometime later, the three (Nehru, Indira and Radhakrishnan) going around in their new cars, saw Mahatma Gandhi on foot!!!
Wondering what went wrong; they asked why God hadn't been merciful with him…
The Mahatma replied in disgust, "God did not even ask me!!!
They again asked why?...
Mahatma replied some idiots had told me that I am the father of the Nation.


August 12 2011
Medical research authority of the US have found new cancer in human being caused by silver nitro oxide..Whenever you buy recharge cards don’t scratch with nails as it contains silver nitro oxide coating and can cause skin cancer...

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Who is Anna Hazare?

August 11 2011

10 things to know about Anna Hazare 'n Jan Lok Pal Bill.. !
1. Who is Anna Hazare?
An ex-army man. Fought 1965 Indo-Pak War

2. What's so special about him?
He built a village Ralegaon Siddhi in Ahamad Nagar district, Maharashtra
3. So what?
This village is a self-sustained model village. Energy is produced in the village itself from solar power, bio fuel and wind mills. In 1975, it used to be a poverty clad village. Now it is one of the richest village in India. It has become a model for self-sustained, eco-friendly & harmonic village. 

4. Ok,...?
This guy, Anna Hazare was awarded Padma Bhushan and is a known figure for his social activities.

5. Really, what is he fighting for?
He is supporting a cause, the amendment of a law to curb corruption in India.

6. How that can be possible?
He is advocating for a Bil, The Jan Lok pal Bill (The Citizen Ombudsman Bill), that will form an autonomous authority who will make politicians (ministers), beurocrats (IAS/IPS) accountable for their deeds.

7. It's an entirely new thing right..?
In 1972, the bill was proposed by then Law minister Mr. Shanti Bhushan. Since then it has been neglected by the politicians and some are trying to change the bill to suit their theft (corruption).
8. Oh.. He is going on a hunger strike for that whole thing of passing a Bill ! How can that be possible in such a short span of time?
The first thing he is asking for is: the government should come forward and announce that the bill is going to be passed. Next, they make a joint committee to DRAFT the JAN LOK PAL BILL. 50% goverment participation and 50% public participation. Because you cant trust the government entirely for making such a bill which does not suit them.

9. Fine, What will happen when this bill is passed?
A Lok Pal will be appointed at the center. He will have an autonomous charge, say like the Election Commission of India. In each and every state, Lokayukta will be appointed. The job is to bring all alleged party to trial in case of corruptions within 1 year. Within 2 years, the guilty will be punished. Not like, Bofors scam or Bhopal Gas Tragedy case, that has been going for last 25 years without any result.

10. Ok, got it. What can I do?
At least we can spread the message. How?
Putting status message, links, video, changing profile pics. At least we can support Anna Hazare and the cause for uprooting corruption from India. At least we can hope that his Hunger Strike does not go in vain.

Sara Freder

August 10 2011

I think my support sara freder  possess magical powers. She came on monday. I had done nothing all day yet I was exhausted, I was starting to feel hopeless. I felt ashamed of the state of my house. But she came in to my mind  and she didn't chastise me, she just said "ok, so you've gone back a couple of steps but it doesn't undo all your hard work", she said "you can't let this illness run your life", she said "come on, let's clean your room so you can keep your room perfect tonight". She started tidying up and I found myself helping her, picking up clutter, sweeping the floor. She left me with a cleaner house and a somewhat clearer mind. I just felt better.
I've never had this kind of virtual practical support before, and I find it so powerful. Amazingly simple, not requiring advanced psychology degrees or anything other than a dose of compassion and an encouraging attitude, but it *works*, it *helps*.


August 9 2011

I was travelling on Blue Mountain  Express from Chennai to Tiruppur. After having dinner, it was time to sleep.

Soothing songs on my mp3 player made me float like a feathery cloud in deep blue sky of sleep - all of a sudden, a thunderbolt struck me. Yes, a big, loud, weird and a deadly thunderbolt.

From the middle birth, I bent down to find that the tall hefty man on lower birth was snoring at his best ever. With every exhalation, the snore grew even louder surpassing the maximum decibel limit inside a railway compartment.
Immediately I turned the volume high on my mp3 player, but still the snore was able to murder every song that played on(if Rahman ji heard this, he could never win Oscars). I wondered whether I was sleeping inside a lion's den with the lion roaring straight into my ears.
And another surprising thing was, the way others were able to sleep with such loud sound in the air, so loud that it could tear apart every ear drum that it kisses. May be God was kind to them, blessing them to turn deaf for this one night? Or maybe everyone is afraid of disturbing the extra tall, hefty gentleman.

In the middle of the night, I somehow got the idea to wake him up and request him to sign a deal - you sleep for a few hours then give us a chance - wake up, stay awake, allow us to sleep for the same time.

But I was so doubtful whether I could convince him or not? And as I continued to ponder, the train reached its destination. I realized then that I was awake almost the whole night, unable to sleep, not even for a few proper minutes.

Well my dear friend, do spare two minutes to tell me when was the last time you were exposed to snoring at its peak levels while travelling?

Please share your experiences and suggest me any tips or tricks so that I could shield myself next time from this deadly weapon - SNORING :)))))))))))))))))

Restless always…

August 7 2011

I see the boy chasing the yellow butterflies down the street.
I see the boy running barefoot through the burning sand, only to reach the ice cream vendor on time.
I see the boy climbing the lower branch of the tree and peeping into the pigeon’s nest to enquire whether its eggs hatched or not.
I see the boy sitting in the classroom and day-dreaming. It’s an important lecture and our boy is busy building castles in the air.
I see the boy climb up the hill within minutes to meet his pals, the shepherd and his flock.
I see the boy in mango orchards, stealing a mango in the gardener’s absence.
I see the boy drench in the rain and make paper boats float on the stream of rain water.
I see the boy playing the game of goli gundu with his neighbourhood friends.
I see the boy roaming with his friends at the town fair, intending to buy every toy on display.
I see the boy fleeing from the town and reaching the shrine on the outskirts.
I see the boy pull a blade of grass and throw it as high as possible into the air and laugh aloud.
I see the boy hanging along with his friends from the tree branches, like a monkey.
I see the boy running through the paddy fields and drinking water from the field pumps.
I see the boy wandering aimlessly in the streets, like the flowing river water through a valley.
I see the boy flying a kite and feeling proud as the kite soars high into the sky.
I see the boy celebrate his birthday and share gifts, books, and toys with his friends.
I see the boy singing in chorus with his friends, in loud jubilant voices.
I see the boy swimming in the lake waters, trying to catch the tiny fish that are touching his feet.
At last he is back home after sunset, with pocket full of marbles which he won in the game. When his mother questions him why he was not home after school, he just chuckles and goes running into his room.

The sound of marbles dropped on the floor by a running child was echoing inside the room.

The boy is shocked to find a hole in his pocket, maybe while climbing the mango tree the pocket might have torn, but he is content that he did not lose any marble. Finally, in the darkness of night, the tired boy is in his bed. After being restless the whole day, Is the boy calm and relaxing now? No, though he is sleeping, he dreams of doing all that he had done the whole day again and again.

the little boy is restless always…till now!

Take your life easy prabhu...!

August 6 2011

Spotting a worried look on my face, my Samu Perimaa used to say, "Take it easy, take life as it comes, don't carry too much weight, carry a light heart". She used to say:

Pick up a palm full of fine dry beach sand, hold it tight, how long can you hold it? for a minute, hour, max a day?? the longer, the more it would bother you...

Slowly loosen your fingers and look at how the sand slips by so easily, leaving behind a carefree palm...

The same goes with worries, the more you hold, the more it bothers your head, try to let them slip away like fine sand....

Try take your life easy prabhu...

Infinite nothingness

August 5 2011

What would you do when you are alone at a lake during the hour of dusk? Well, here is an account of what I’ve done today, late this evening:

It was the hour when birds started returning to their nests; in each flap of their wings I could smell the scent of sun.

The sky being god’s own coloring book, you find him always filling it with his favorite colors. Now, let us observe here, the quiet colors of dusk.

After collecting a few pebbles from the ground, I happened to step on a dried leaf and as it got crushed under my feet, out came a "crispy sound" - the leaf was long dead so it couldn't shed a tear drop like we humans do.
I then sat on a bench close to the lake and began dropping the pebbles, one by one into the lake and watched the ripples dance…

Every time a pebble touched the lake surface it gave out a cry, “plop” was the sound which echoed deep into the empty halls of my heart.

As each pebble sank down the throat of the lake, the fish below whispered tales of silence to each other.

A squirrel nearby took courage to question me, “Why did you put such a blank expression on your face, your silent eyes tell stories of emptiness”.

“Dear little squirrel, it’s not sadness that touched me, it’s not happiness that tickled me, it’s the infinite nothingness that filled my heart”.

“Infinite nothingness? What does that mean?” asked the cute squirrel twirling its tail.

“Though life’s journey remains a mystery, just observe carefully around and you will understand the inner meanings of our existence”

A time is coming . . .

August 3 2011

When men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying 'You are mad, you are not like us'

Anthony the Great


August 2 2011

Reks called me on 28th July. I had done nothing all day yet I was exhausted, I was starting to feel hopeless. She didn't chastise my heart, she said "you can't let this depression run your life", She clear my mind. I just felt better. 

I've never had this kind of support before, and I find it so powerful. Amazingly simple, not requiring advanced psychology degrees or an encouraging attitude, but it *works*, it *helps*. 

Then Friday (29th July) I waited for her call. Now a days her talk was so helpful and stop talking things to excess, but I finished the conversation feeling more positive. Because basically I have had a mild mood episode, but it *has* been mild, it hasn't gone to extremes, it hasn't taken me feeling I gone miss her, it hasn't lasted very long. After going a little too high it was inevitable. 

So maybe all the things I am doing - eating well, talking normally, doing walk etc *are* having an effect. The problem with me is that I'm always hoping for love, hoping that I will find the thing that will make me well and keep me well forever and ever, but that is unrealistic. Right now, I accept this. And if I can control my thoughts, if I can keep it within reasonable bounds, if I can used to riding it out, I can stop being quite so scared of losing control. 

What I realised talking to her was how much better I am than I was a year ago, or two years ago, or three. I still have problems with my emotions but I no longer have such difficulties with my thoughts and perceptions, and so I can communicate with everyone, and so I can *think* about my emotions, perceive patterns, gain some insight, and hopefully find ways to minimize the impact they have. This is actually a really positive thing. Admittedly I was very depressed earlier this year, but even then I didn't get as *lost* as I have done in the past. Reks and her phone calls has been a very effective medicine for me. She has almost entirely removed a whole layer of my problems. 

And I start to see what a complicated thing love is, how many complex interactions there are between thought and feeling and behavior. quarreling  is one part of it for me right now, but there are also many things I can do for myself. And yes, sometimes I resent *having* to be careful how I love her and so I must make the best of things for her. 
For now I am just intensely relieved that the black shadow of depression has receded. She make me panic, and catastrophic, but I feel ok again, not fantastic, not completely well, but not exhausted either, not hopeless   and bowed under the weight of the way I'm feeling.

Happy Birthday Reks!

Life is full of Compromise

August 1 2011

“Life is but a compromise”, said my Ma and she continued, “You can’t get everything you want, you need to adjust. To survive in this competitive world, you should learn to sacrifice. We all have many dreams and aspirations but only few of them get fulfilled.”
Her words went straight into my heart as I always realize late in life.

Yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision, but today can make a big difference. Yes, today well lived, makes yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a bright vision of hope.

So my dear friend, let us make the most of today; Carpe Diem - seize this day.