This is my World

Most of us live out our days on routines. We wake up with the sun, brush, bath, read newspapers, get dressed and have breakfast when we realize that we are running late by 10 minutes to office. We then take a long run to work, check mails, say a good morning to couple of friends and sit down and stare at a code that is written in an unknown language by an unknown bugger. At 5, we hurry back to homes, watch of couple of shows on TV, read a book and retire for the day. We have a really tight schedule and find it difficult to squeeze in new things. We hardly find any time to talk to ourselves. There are only two listeners to us in the World, who can bare whatever we talk, whenever and where ever. The God and Sub-consciousness. At the age of 22, I know that one never answers. I hope most of you had the same experience. And when we talk to the other, The World calls us mad. So we never try to talk to our self. This is not the only reason. Our sub-consciousness has built-in intelligence to t

பாரத சமுதாயம் வாழ்கவே! - வாழ்க வாழ்க! பாரத சமுதாயம் வாழ்கவே! - ஜய ஜய ஜய ! பாரத சமுதாயம் வாழ்கவே! - வாழ்க வாழ்க! பாரத சமுதாயம் வாழ்கவே! முப்பது கோடி ஜனங்களின் சங்கம் முழுமைக்கும் பொது உடைமை ! ஒப்பிலாத சமுதாயம் உலகத் துக்கொரு புதுமை ! The eight lines that describe India the best. Subramaniam was born in 1882, in Ettayapuram near the town of Trinelveli . His father worked for Ettayapuram king. He would have wanted subramaniam to succeed in his position. But, Subramaniam had other ideas. நிற்பதுவே,நடப்பதுவே,பறப்பதுவே,நீங்க ளெல்லாம் சொற்பனந் தானோ ?பல தோற்ற மயக்கங்களோ? கற்பதுவே!கேட்பதுவே,கருதுவதே நீங்க ளெல்லாம் அற்ப மாயைகளோ?உம்முள் ஆழ்ந்த பொருளில்லையோ? In this poem, Subramaniam questions the reality of the World. He goes onto call it a mirage where all living and non-living beings disappear, after a time. Also he calls himself and his World a dream. A poem with real deep meanings. Subramanian was married to a Chellama since he was 15 and they both had a daughter. Subramaniam work

நொந்து போன கணவன் எழுதிய கடைசிக் கவிதை ! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- கண்ணுக்குள் கண்ணை விட்டு, இதயத்தை திருடும் களவின் பெயர் காதல் ! பைக்குள் கையை விட்டு, பணத்தை திருடும் களவின் பெயர் திருமணம் ! மகனை வரவேற்கும் தந்தை ! -------------------------------------------------- மனதுக்குள் கனவை விதைப்பது காதல் ! வயிற்றுக்குள் கருவை விதைப்பது திருமணம் ! தி.மு. மற்றும் தி.பி. ! ------------------------------------ திருமணத்திற்கு முன்பு - காதலி அழகு ! திருமணத்திற்கு பின்பு - அவளின் தங்கை அழகு ! திருமணத்திற்கு முன்பு - காஃபி டேயும், பிட்ஸா கார்னரும் ! திருமணத்திற்கு பின்பு - நகைக் கடையும். கையேந்தி பவனும் ! திருமணத்திற்கு முன்பு - ஆபீஸில் OP ! திருமணத்திற்கு பின்பு - ஆபீஸில் OT ! திருமணத்திற்கு முன்பு - மைதிலி என்னை காதலி ! திருமணத்திற்கு பின்பு - சம்சாரம் அது மின்சாரம் ! திருமணத்திற்கு முன்பு - இளமை புதுமை ! திருமணத்திற்கு பின்பு - வயலும் வாழ்வும் ! கடவுள் மனிதனிடம் ! -------------------------------------- தற்கொலை செய்து கொள்வதற்கு, பல வழிக

Campus recruitment, is one of the most important and incredibly interesting process in a student's life. Written exams, Group discussions, interviews, situation handling, mental ability, aptitude testing, puzzles, riddles, results, full night study, chit chat in the middle of the night, teaching the weak, helping each other, Failed faces, succeeded heads, Prayers and wishes, Phone calls to Girl Friend(s) and parents, food festivals and drinking sprees on success, its all complete fun. But there is one more thing, that many of you would have not experienced, at least fully. I did. August 14, 2007. It dawned as one regular morning. I am a would-be electrical engineering graduate, with two software engineer offers in hand. My own placement story is small, spanning less than a month. Got placed into a consultancy on June 21,2007 and into a product company on July 18,2007. I opted for 4 jobs, got 3 offers and my placement got over. This day, I was on my way to class, carrying all my boo

The sun had just set. A very small, disc-shaped moon has started its journey on the other horizon and the faintest of its silver rays were dimly torching the vast open. Like the little flowers in a garden, stars started blooming on the black sky, in different colours and sizes. The cloudless night gave any observer, a bird's eye view into the universe. It is big, isn't it? The easiest way to look back in time is to look at the sky. You can see Big Bang. Among all this beautiful creations, was the most beautiful creation. She was walking. A dozen coconut trees, as many cottages, tons of sand, and a silent sea was all that kept her company. It was a natural beach. Walking along the line where the wave kissed the land, she was letting water kiss her feet too. She was playing touch and go with waves and wind was doing the same with her. And those chilly winds brought with them, the sounds of distant waves and anchored ships. The harbour was 30 miles away. The light was a bit closer

Mahadhi entered the class with a small book in her hand. The entire class stood up and wished their class teacher, a Good Morning. Mahadhi put up a smile on her face and wished them back. It was her first day in class 3A. She has been appointed as their new class teacher, after the old one had switched schools for an extra salary of Rs. 500 a month. Mahadhi , was 33, widow with no kids. She had been married to a Vinodh for 2 years, before he died of cancer 6 years ago. She did not remarry, since her profession provided her with more kids to handle than her marriage would. She was satisfied teaching kids and watch them grow. Today, she is with a new set of kids. She decided to start with God. She introduced herself to the class, and told them today's topic would be God. The word 'God' injected happiness into the veins of the kids. They have been thought by their parents that he was the one who fulfills wishes. Maybe its day fr their wishes to get satisfied. They were th

Content Warning: This post does not discriminate the book or its authors. It only attempts to show how foolish and wrong the readers (me and you) have been in understanding this epic.  Considered as one of the greatest epics of all times, Ramayana, a voluminous book, which can give my pillow a run, has kept Indians divided into Religious lines for a very long time. Over the years, many have rewritten or modified the great epic to suit to the era in which they lived, but each version has leant more closer to fantasy than reality to cater to the need of the devotees.  Trying to make a super hero out of their beloved deity, Rama, his devotees have made a mockery of some of the great virtues emphasised in the book.  60,000 wives: To begin things, lets talk about the mighty  Dasharatha, the father or Rama.  Dasharatha is said to have had 60,000 wives(This count varies from 3 to 60,000 based on which version you have read).  Ramayana happened a long time ago. Assuming that the average

It was festival all around the globe. All the world leaders have gathered to witness the one time event. Thousands of curious people were flowing into the hospital every second. The best doctors around the World have been summoned. Prayers were being held in churches, temples and mosques. All TV channels had made their presence felt. The countdown was on and the World was watching. You were about to be born. I know, nothing of this happened to you, unless you are prince Harry, sitting in a palace, reading my blog. It did not happen to me either. Hope, you are a bit happy now. All of us or at least most of us dream of such birth. but, It was not to happen. Instead, It was a lonely hospital room, in a small town, in presence of a doctor, who claims to have done his graduation, with only your father and mother to accompany you. One such guy, born in a much worse condition must have said, "You brought nothing into the World, You will take back none. So lead a peaceful life accordingly

Over the past decade or so, India has been projected as a developing nation, with a galloping GDP and improved standards of living. Sensex and nifty are talked more than poverty and illiteracy. Bill Gates visit to India finds all big columns in the media, whereas the death of 1000 farmers gets a small corner below the ads. It goes unnoticed. There is one such thing that the media has forgotten or rather chose not to remember. They simply ignored its presence. It was 1995. I was in my way from class V to class VI (I had written my exams, and was hoping for the positive results). During the vacation, me and my brother were visiting an uncle in Madurai, a town near the southern tip of India. I stay in a nearby town called Virudhunagar. With no more that a population of 2 lakhs then, it was no more than a bigger village. It was the time, when Dr. Manmohan Singh, the then finance minister had liberalised trade, and India came face to face with economic boom. Being a conservative town, Virud

Hello Two Face. Well, sorry for calling you like that. But, you are one, aren't you? In fact, I am one, and everyone are. We are two personalities living in a single physical body, one hiding within and the other masking the hidden one. We are two different characters,sharing the same name, trying to co-exist with each other by keeping our differences in the dark. To simply put it, we have a single brain, but two minds. When you were born, you only had small brain and no mind at all. But when you grew, your mind took some shape, rather shapes. It grew out of your experiences, memories, situations and other such factors. In some cases, it got split based on memories, beautiful and ugly memories, in some cases based on experiences, good and bad and in some other cases, by some other means. This gave rise to two different minds. One simply hides within and comes out only at times of distress, and the other protects it from outside. This difference brings a difference between your pers

Its been a year now. It took him five seconds to realize that, it was his phone that was ringing. He answered the unknown number, to hear an unfamiliar voice. "No." He said and then, "Sorry, I can't make it." and hung up the call. By the time he dropped his phone into his pockets, his mind had processed the words of the unfamiliar voice into sentences and has conveyed their meaning to him. Ilango and Shweta walked hand in hand into the crowded streets of Chennai. They had been seeing each other for the past five months and were in love. They entered a silent restaurant and found a table in a dark corner. In less than 48 hours, Shweta was going to become Mrs. Kannan . The marriage had been fixed less than a month ago, when Shweta was falling for Ilango . When the order had been placed and the waiter had left, Shweta bent forward and placed her lips softly on his. Ten seconds later, she said, "Nothing feels like the first kiss". Ilango replied in a

It was raining. Drops of water rolled down the dried palm leaves of the hut before kissing the soil. The hut was the only human made thing standing for over 20 Kms in any direction. It was a small hut with a lot of ventilation's. Sun and rain were uninvited guests. One corner of the house, sheltered her. The other corner sheltered two torn Saree and a blanket. In rainy season, she switches corner. She was lying on the damp floor covering herself with the blanket. At times, a drop or two of water would crash on her 83 year old forehead and she would wipe it off with her torn Saree. It was 1928. Mahadhi was born into a family which was struggling to find a place on Earth. Both her parents were house keepers. To be precise, they were slaves to British ladies. They weren't able to afford education to her. All she learnt as a child was to cook, clean and wash. She was becoming one more house keeper, one more slave. Though education eluded her, beauty did not. She missed out in the l