Post in WIP.....

Wat is LOC between mokkai and humour.....

why my humour is always mistake as mokkai....Research underway.... will get back to you shortly!!!

PS: Thought of making the blog interactive.. so just tossing the thought over to you. So the ball is in your court... make good use it...... :)

Of course i wont ask you the question..."wat u think of this wip post" mokkai or humour...

Change....

Change when monitored continuosly becomes a culture.
Change when monitored continuosly becomes a habit.

All of us have heard about this... but this next sentence gave a different perspective to the whole thing....

Why change if you are going to fall back to your old routine. Why change if you are going to end where u started and start where u ended, both being the same point... :)

A controversial view.... many may argue if this is the mindset how will people even attempt to change????

True its a pessimestic approach to take, but we will have to appreciate the truth in it. Havent all of us undergone this cycle of waiting for an occassion to take up a resolution and live by it for few weeks and then fall back to the old routine... again wait for another birthday,new year.. to take up the same resolution. But this time we do a good job we stick by it for more than a month.... again the old routine bekcons us and... we sure do fall back... and again and again... and today we have reached a point where people no longer take resolutions... cos they feel its futile......

So much we hear about change... so let us attempt it and live by it only if we want to make it a habit...

lets us not take it up and find ourselves... cursing and falling in our own eyes.. for each time we fall back... we fall in our own eyes.....
so why change... when u end up falling back .....

Is it worth it?

Do you have the right to do this to your loved ones?

I had not know him very well, met a couple of times. From what I remember, he was a very nice guy, outspoken, friendly, ambitious, smart and intelligent. Eldest son of a middle class family, yes as most of the families they pinned their hopes on him. Hope for a better future, hope for a better quality of life, hope for a good standard of living, hope that they would grow up and move up in this lifetime. He was their hope and he too knew it.

He took up education with full vigour and joined a college in Chennai. Life was on a roll, he enjoyed the independence, the new sense of responsibility, the challenge his course offered and above all he loved what he was doing. One of the outstanding students in the class, he was all geared up for the campus interview.

Call it fate, blame it on your stars, call it by any name you want the fact remains the same. That day he decided to board an electric train to visit his aunt’s place and life has never been the same for his loved ones.

I was on a vacation when i heard the news of his loss. 20 years is this the age... a train accident... is this the way... I was shocked...I could not comprehend the facts; his family would not even get to see his remains. Whom do I curse? Do I curse the train? Do I curse the boy? Do I curse life? Do I curse God? Do I curse fate? Whom should I blame for the plight of his family? For the pain, the trauma, the suffering, the depression, the loss that the family would go through. Whom should I hold responsible?

Relatives and friends where frantically thinking of a way to break the news to the boy’s family. What could they tell, to a mother, whose entire life revolved around her son, a sister who looked up to her brother as a role model, a father who was taking pride and satisfaction in the way his son’s life was shaping, grandparents who lived their last few years with the hope to see him grow... to see him achieve. How do you tell this family that their son is no more?

In the midst of all these, one question in all our minds was, how did it happen? He was ran over by a speeding train as he was crossing the track. But how could he miss a train coming? How could he be so blind? So deaf? The answer was simple; he was talking on his mobile phone as he was crossing the railway track.

I was shaken. Had that boy waited to pick the call until he reached the platform, today he would have been alive. Irony isn’t it “Mobile Phone”, “I Pod”, “MP3 Player” seem to rule our life. While walking, jogging, crossing, driving, riding we are hooked on to them. Nothing seems to exist. Replying to that message becomes important as you are walking on the road, answering that phone call becomes vital as you are driving your car, listening to that song becomes a necessity as you are riding your bike, talking and listening, oblivious to everything happening around you seems correct doesn’t it? His life has taught me, it’s not worth it... that mess, that missed call, that song, that call is not worth it, not worth the risk, not worth the minute, not worth the safety I am trading, not worth the pain and suffering my loved ones would go through, not worth my future and ... it’s definitely not worth my life. I had to lose a cousin to realise this....

Thathuvam corner

Happen to read a thathuvam... so sharing it with you guys..it goes like this, " Changing the face does not change anything but facing the change, changes everything!"

Passing by...!!

Hmm! another year is passing by, several dreams fulfilled, goals achieved, plans put to action.. and most importantly resolutions kept!!

Congrats for being chosen as one of them to start this New Year with my blog

As i step into the New Year these lines by Robert Frost flash through my mind “Two roads diverge in a yellow wood.” And here i stop to ponder and guess what; I too have two roads to tread on. I can either chose to live with my past laurels still hovering dominant in my mind or can chose to make the most of this coming year by keeping them at the back of my mind.

Since i chose the latter, this is my last chance to savour this year which has been the first best year away from home. Professionally, personally, intellectually, spiritually, i have put a pillaiyar soli.. and in the course of the coming year plan to sketch, colour, paint and decorate each of these pages....

Isn’t it beautiful to just stop by and look back at what all 2009 has given you? So many “Those moments” experience.... so many take off reasons... so many life changing experiences.. thought provoking and perception changing instances... so many cause for celebrations.. so many many many gifts...

Ah!! I am signing off to fully devour my year.... as i know... i have miles to go before i sleep!! Miles to go before i sleep!!!

Happy NEW Year

i have a dream...

Hey world i have a dream! A dream to touch every kid and tell him, hey kid you are not alone, let the world put you down hundred times i am there to lift you one more time. Let the world call you an orphan, an underprivileged i am there to shower bounties of love and affection on you. Let the world scream and tell you... you cannot, i am there to motivate you to tell you... darling you can.!!!! I have a dream to start a home for children. A home full of love, full of warmth, full of affection.... a home around which no kid would feel alone, no kid would feel used, no kid would feel deprived, no kid would feel inferior. I have a dream to see every child in my nation living a happy, fulfilling and child like life. I have a dream to see a world, of children, living out of happiness than sorrow, out of abundance than poverty, out of innocence born out of the purity of their heart and feeling than the cunningness to cheat and earn a living. I have a dream to touch every budding life, to teach, to care for, to love, to inspire. I have a dream to see a world filled with children living a happy, carefree and a responsible life. I have a dream today to be there for the kids when they need a friendly touch, a loving word, a motivating talk, a quite hug, a shoulder to lean on and a friend to standby. I have a dream today..... to make a difference.

power of prayer...

Lakshmi Pooja, Sarawathi Pooja, Ganesh Pooja, and so many other pooja’s we do. Have you ever thought of why we do these Pooja’s? Yes, it is a form of thanks giving, it is a day to remember, it is a day to express our love and gratitude. But why did our culture and religious rituals have so many pooja’s at various points in time… that to, to so many different Gods? If all Gods are one and if there is only one force that runs this universe why have so many symbols? Why not pray to that one God?

Ever thought about it?

A familiar word ” sub-conscious mind”. How much ever we consciously try, our life is ruled by our sub conscious mind. The more we become conscious of our sub conscious mind the more faster, more stronger and more vibrant we can grow. You just wished, if that person called now, it would be great….. and lo behold! from somewhere that phone call comes! You are amazed and you call it coincidence. In life there is nothing called co incidence. Everything happens with a purpose, with a hidden intention. Just that we are not aware of it at that point. Your mere wish became a reality and that is the power of your sub conscious mind. A saying goes.

“The power of man is in the power of his thoughts. The power of his thoughts is in the power of his mind. The power of his mind is in the power of his sub conscious mind.”

Legends are born out of thoughts, it was just a thought and Newton was born, it was just a thought and Mahatma Gandhi was born, it was just a thought and Nano came into existence. That is the power of your thoughts. That is the power of your sub conscious mind.

Our ancestors realized this power within and wanted to harness it in the right direction. So they set up few rituals or code of conduct which we need to strictly adhere to and one such ritual is doing Pooja.

Well you may say, I still don’t get it, why do Pooja?

What do you do when you do Pooja? Some of us just say the prayer but along with that all our wishes and desires too come out.. Don’t they?

So, a symbol was given for those who want money worship Lakshmi; those who want scholarliness worship Saraswathi and so on..

Every time you worship, the thought that you want to become rich; the thought that you want to study well; becomes stronger and stronger and slowly from your conscious mind it moves to your sub conscious mind and soon it becomes a reality. Oh! If I do Laskshmi pooja I will become rich is it? Well, you will become rich with less effort. Nothing can happen without action. The only difference will be, now both your conscious and sub conscious mind will be striving towards it. Haven’t there been times we have sat for a Pooja only because we need to do it? Only because it is a daily ritual?

Now that we understand the science behind it, let us respect the sanctity. We have always looked at Pooja as a communication to GOD. But the deceptive designer we have!! Look at his design. Is Pooja a communication to the one above? Or is it a communication to the one within? Isn’t it true that Pooja is a communication to yourself.. to your within.. to your sub conscious mind? Each time you make that wish, you are telling yourself that you want it and slowly that wanting becomes stronger and it’s just a matter of time before you get it!

Is prayer a communication to GOD or a communication to the within?

Well what ever be it, the next time you do your Pooja, do it whole heartedly. At least, let our heart sing for the ways that GOD has given us to reach our goals and ambitions!!!