A short story which i cherish to recapulate the memories:-)

Now am here to share a short story which was told by my grand dad..

Pom Pom Pom Pom... its the sound of chennai.. yes the sound of Auto rickshaws piercing our ears.The central station is as busy as the airport except for the porters standing jus after we get down from the train..Its an old woman who get down from the train..A simple, innocent lady who is completely new to Chennai. Her eyes are rolling here and there.. her mind is fully occupied with the tension to reach the destination safely . Ofcourse it’s a normal thought of any men or women new to Chennai. But I guess the youngsters won’t have that much tension as the old people.she keeps walking with the luggages.. hardly able to carry it. And the ignorant eyes looking for a porter.. Yes!! Some how with the help of a porter comes out and looks for an auto.she gets into the auto without much bargaining with a tinge of fear in her face.Yes the travel in auto is very comfortable and smooth to her.. She keeps on asking the auto man..” Yen pa intha building yaaru kattinathu? “.. Auto man replies spontaneously “ Therla madam”. The lady is amazed by the buildings and is curious to know about the place. She keeps on posing her questions and the only reply from the auto man” therla madam”..Since she has to travel long distance in auto she keeps engaging herself by asking questions and speaking to the auto man. May be she finds it as a technique to overcome her fear about the new place and also a lady with more curiosity!!.. Finally she saw a crowd with Flowers and dance!!.. Yes it’s the death rally of a person..Her curiosity din stop here she posed her next question.. “yaaru pa athu sethutanga ? pavam “ And here our auto driver with the same reply “Therla madam”

Guess what would be the reaction of our old, innocent, ignorant lady????

“Enna pa solra.. intha building lam kattina antha “Therla madam” sethutangala?? Ada paavame!!”

What could you call this as?? J

When I heard this from the grand dad.. I thought it as a comedy story..But when I explore more about this.. could feel it as a height of ignorance

 Ah.. well its just a story.. which made me laugh..Just a remembrance of my grand dad. He is such a humorous person. May this is his own story out of his seeds for humour!!

Love you and miss you thatha.. J You hav been a great inspiration to me! J

A perishing beautiful art!! where is it now???

It’s the era of computers.. Where has gone the beautiful hand writing??? Everywhere people type to convey their statuses and of course a video call which has made the world very small.. It’s just the school going children who use their pens and pencils.. A recent research study which I came across says that a person’s handwriting depicts his nature or the state of mind or even his character..In my childhood I have admired my sister’s handwriting which will be soo beautiful. But I believe one who concentrates or involves himself completely in the writing will definitely pay much interest to his hand writing. I remember my childhood where I felt handwriting as just for beauty. Not all children have a good handwriting. As the age goes even I realized and felt a change in my hand writing. My maturity in thoughts was expressed in my handwriting. But I see so many elders around their 50’s have still maintained their handwriting inspite of their age, trembling hands. Seriously it shows that they are perfectionists.

Nowadays writing merely means typing. Don’t let an artist in you to die!! 

My inspiration to start blogging.. :-)

I jus want to share few words about my friend who urged me to start blogging.. Its my college friend Karthi.. Yes blogging as i thought before and used to think.. "How these people write so beautifully??.." but i never put a thought like even i can start this!!.. May be its the lack of my self confidence.. But Karthi boosted me and asked to write watever i feel like..I am just a beginner in the world of blogging.. But so far i have received good comments from all my well wishers who read my blog...I was really on cloud nine when my sister praised me for my first blog.. :-) I really want to thank him for all this..!! now i have a found a place to express and burst out all my feelings,emotions,happiness,sadness.. etc etc..

I wish him all the very best for all his good initiatives like...Starting an NGO, being an entreprenaur, shadow green, Agharam... and still lot more from his creative mind..

Thanku so much for showing me the path to blog.. providing feedbacks whenever i write a new blog, correct my mistakes,and making me feel positive

Way to go!!

Its after all our INDIA.. now the mother nation has become a child in our hands who should be properly taken care of with utmost care :)

Technology is improving a lott... facebook, skype has made the world soo small... everything is made possible.. i do think sometimes about my relatives in abroad... if this facebook ,skype,fring, etc etc has not come into existence ..?? what would happen? the frequency of their visits to india will be more...!! but lets jus look at our india's condition.... is it like a place who would love to visit??? is there anything which we can be proud of it? yes once upon i was so proud of our indian culture!!. even now i feel bad for my mother nation.. its not an single man or woman who can bring a change.. its the youth.. yes i believe that the power of youth can bring a change to our country...but the sad thing is... once a guy or gal gets graduated.. they fly to abroad to do their masters!! am not here to praise the US or UK or any nation... but am here to say the pathetic condition of our nation... Gals have no safety in india.. its our mother nation who should protect her daughters.. but our mother has become dumb.. its the rapists ruling the country...Change is inevitable. lets bring a change!! gals are god's blessed children. remember mentioning an article which i read yesterday... A country's rule or to judge the prosperity of a country... the women in he country should be safe and its like their mother's womb... which is the safest place for a child in the earth... A gal's thoughts should be pure and it proves that dharma is still alive in this earth.. A guy sees a gal as lucrative thing with lust... the mind of a little baby boy should be groomed from his childhood to treat gals with equal respect.. but in rural areas...the gal is treated like a machine who fulfills a guy's desire!!..

Lets join hands to change our india by through very very small attempts like this...

Finally today's one liner which provoked me to write this

Trifles make perfection but perfection is not trifle!!!

My first hero.. My dad.. :)

I jus feel like telling about an important person in my life.. whom i miss a lot.. who is still my first hero!! Yes its my dad..!!.. The first 15 years of my life was a memorable and cherishable one!! My family was complete and  sweet with my mom,dad,sister,grand ma and grand pa..i could still remember how innocent i was.. never worried about anything.. even for my exams!! Yes!! i was good at academics i never felt my studies and exams as a burden...and always a naughty daughter to my dad!!..i was a real princess to my dad.. being a second daughter to my parents..i was pampered a lot by my dad ..our relationship was just like two good friends..he is soo informative...yes! i couldn't realise at that stage since i was not matured enough to rate my dad's intellectual company.. but now i realise it!!..he was an encyclopedia..feel soo bad for missing such an intellectual company... when my dad was with me i couldn't  build my character.. after he left me.. i saw him as a great person with lot of will power, courage. when he was with me i saw him as good dad but i never felt or thought about the sufferings which he underwent.. it was more like he never expressed his problem as  such a cruel disease. I never felt that he would leave me so soon. The way he projected himself was a great dad, a good husband and a great son and ofcourse a good worker in office..with so much dedication in everything he does!!.A lovable dad who fights wid me, pampers me.. tell me stories every night..give the best to us as a family head without expressing his deadly disease. Fate shattered my life when he left me..couldn't accept the reality but yes i was forced to swallow the bitter truth. He gave  all his courage, will power, fight back attitude which am using now to fight my Lupus..Its my sweet mom who is behind all my success and suffering!! I am sure that i will fight with my steroids with an iron lady who keeps smiling behind my little steps of success and pats me when i fall.. gives her shoulder when i cry..Who appreciates me for everything and boosts me with her positive words which is my daily dose of tonic :-) Miss you dad.. and thanks too for making me fight through the tough times.. the way u call me "mythili" is still lingering on my ears...

The one liner quote which i learned from my dad's demise: Whatever happens life must move on!! 

My new year eve mid night party!! don let ur minds run into an imagination.. :P Read.. :-)

I used to think every year of starting my new year with some thing good and the best...but then  what i do in reality..? Nothing... except an usual day of sleep... usual fights wid my mom... and ofcourse the late morning sleep on the new year day..which makes me realise the flavour of holiday wid a good food..yes!! i should mention here that.. normally expectations of a gud lunch is much on a festive day..which adds a tinge of colour to the New year holiday than the usual weekends..And  a must do thing is the prayer for the making the whole year a peaceful one!!.. Prayer merely means the depth of the belief we have on god than by simply visting temple or chanting the mantras.

Let me come to the point.. This year my new year eve was a mid night party..!!.. Well don expect it as an outing, club,pub.. :P.. Its the concert which i went.. haah..Can also be called as a musical eve.. but it was also a dancical eve :P( never mind my english.. it was for a rhyme)..Its the Vittal bhajan by Vittal daas..I have gone to many musical concerts even classical dance concerts which we just sit and enjoy with a smile and ofcourse wid a rhythm of our hands. But this was something different.. i could see the whole of the people dancing and enjoying themselves.. in a more elaborate way.. i can just call it as.. people forget who they are...they just forget all their sorrows.. and a wonderful way of welcoming the new year with a peace of mind.The bhajan was purely divine!! all it says is krishna, rama, govinda.. nothing more than this.. but you know the way it was presented to the audience.. Hats off!!!! the music beat, the mridangam,harmonium.. more than all these the voice of JKD really mesmerised the crowd...from the beginning to the end i was just over ruled by the music..the entire crowd around me was just standing and dancing on their steps.. First time my new year started wid a completely positive environment..Hope the year too is positive..Also a lesson learnt in this concert .. Yes..It was the prasadam distribution after the concert.. believe me or not.. it was a 98% stampede..haha.. it wasn't a 100% bcos we returned home alive except for the aches which resulted in a late new year morning. :P. The concert was a very memorable experience.. but ofcourse the 98% stampede was also a lot more memorable.. Yes.. thats life...Even the new year day started with an UP and the DOWN..but then y we people don't expect the Down and always expect the UPS alone???.. 

Wish you all a very fantabulous year!!

Never expect a moon in the morning.. wait for the day to dusk and experience the power of moon and the peace of the night and admire the sleep of the Sun!!