This is my World

It was one more day in his Life. A new life in fact. None from his immediate family has worked before in the IT industry, let alone in a big city. It was not long, before he jumped into his social works. He had always had an interest towards them. He believed, no cause is lost until one fool is left to fight for it. He knew, he was not alone in this cause. He did not have much work that day or at least he was not inclined to do any work. He was anxious. He has waited long for this day. Since he was a child, he had always wondered, why some of his neighbours, some of them, kids of his same age had to live a different life. He never had to ask his mother for food. It was always there for him. He did not know what hunger meant. He never had to compromise with what he desired. His father would buy him, whatever he needed. He lived in a relatively big house, studied in an English medium school and was leading a comfortable life. by any means. Life was not the same for his neighbours. He had...

We, humans are animals. We contribute a little to the vast animal kingdom. This is obvious form the fact that, the number of bees, outnumber us by 8 t0 1. Also, we are no different from any other animal. If we can communicate through languages, animals can too. It doesn't mean that only we do all talking, if we don't understand what others say. If we can smile and laugh, so can others. A recent study claims that, dolphins smile more frequently than us. If we can show love and affection, so can they. Oh! well, the common sense. When a stone and a coconut were given to a boy and a monkey, the monkey carefully used the stone to break open the coconut and ate the flesh, whereas he boy, threw away the coconut and broke open his neighbour's head. Praise our common sense. With nothing special and being the minority, how did men come to dominate the planet? Adaptation. All animals tend to adapt to their surroundings. If they find no food, they migrate to where food is available. I...

Take the constitution of any country and you are certain to find, freedom of blah, blah, blah in the fundamental rights sections of it. Freedom of equality, freedom of speech, freedom of movement, freedom of occupation, freedom of religion and a hell lot of freedoms, just to fill up the pages, so that the book looks big and scary. Are all these just rights? Well, before answering the question, we need to know what freedom and right are. I turned the pages of a web dictionary to find the literal meanings. For freedom, i had two hits. "The condition of being free; the power to act or speak or think without externally imposed restraints" and "Immunity from an obligation or duty". For right, i had many, so just using the relevant one. "An abstract idea of that which is due to a person or governmental body by law or tradition or nature". All these meaning confuse me. I will go with mine. Freedom, is to do something at will and right is entitlement to. I don...

Once upon a time, in the jungles of southern India, there was a sage, praying for so many years towards Lord Shiva. Sitting under a Banyan tree, he meditated for ages. He lost himself as well track of time. His beard has grown grey and his surroundings very different from when he started to meditate. He felt, his only duty was to pray. One day a hunter, ventured into the jungles, to find some for for the day. He happened to see the praying sage, sitting cross-legged, under the banyan tree. He kept looking at the bearded sage in awe, for he had seen no such man, devoted to God so much, before. He knew, he cannot go on such missions, because he had a family to feed and two children to be taken care of. He kept staring at the sage, only to wake him up. The sage opened his eyes slowly, as the screens go off in a theatre. He saw a man standing before him, with a bow and a few arrows. He enquired the hunter, why he had dared the cold and the animals, into such forests. The hunter told him, w...

Men have always been and will be a strange bunch of creatures, who question more than they answer. But, they call Life as one. "Why are we here? What is our role? What is our destiny? Is it written? ". All age old questions, men believe, life has asked them. In reality, it is the other way around. Men ask these questions at their lives and make it complicated. I prefer answering over questioning. Here is one such attempt. Destination and Destiny are two interchangeably used words, which never means the same. Both are ultimate Goals, but they differ in one aspect. Destination is where you wanna go and destiny is where you will. Men, in their lives, have many destinations, which keeps changing time to time. to become success, famous, to earn heaps of money, to do service, are all high destinations. Men can choose any of them, based on their interests. They also have the freedom to choose, their routes to their destinations. Every destination has different routes as well choices...

Music, like the heart of a mother, is pure and harmless. Be it pain, sorrow, failure, dejection, loneliness - the only pill that has the capability to cure is Music(some will claim Alcohol can cure too. I will neither support that claim or dismiss it). Music is the only language every living being on this planet can understand. Its the language that is made of the least number of symbols - LOVE. Over the years humans have learnt to understand. Well, at least some of them have.    Falling from the skies,  Onto the steel roofs, Flowing through gutters, Down to the Earth and neath !  A couple of drops of rain. May be a few more. Straight from the hands of god Nature - Divine. No one listened and you didn't care, When you cried and your mother sighed,  A toothless mouth and a lonely womb,  Cherished within till the tomb ! The cry of a new born and the relieved sigh of a mother - Life.  Not so loud, between the two,  N...

I have always liked history, not simply because, it lets me learn about my forefathers, but because, it lets me to face mysteries. Our forefathers did not have enough tools to record everything (We do put in everything. My blog is a typical example. I am afraid, what our descendants are gonna look up for mysteries.). And one of the greatest mysteries they left us, is about the greatest man in History. Sitting in one corner of a small house,in a city, in India, does not give me a chance to prove scientifically his physical looks. By no means, I also want to do that. I don't worry, if Jesus was white or black, had a short or long hair. I am going to look for logical explanations for his soul's look. I first heard the story of Jesus, when i was young, even before i had learnt the mechanisms of human reproduction or the meaning of virgin. When I knew both, I started analyzing the bible. Well, I may not be a expert biologist, but at least to my knowledge, a virgin can never give bir...

Well, We do think always in opposites, don't we? the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the rich and the poor. Everything is believed to exist in opposites. For most of us, it would mean horror, to travel back in time, to our high school exams, where We had language as subjects. We had this synonyms and antonyms exercise. Which one was easy for you? I know that. all language scholars out there would shout at me, "Both were easy". But, I am a mediocre student and all those who fall into my list may say antonyms. Well, just write the meaning and the opposite of the word "EASY", in a piece of paper, without looking into your dictionary. I guess, your paper looks something similar as below. EASY - without much hard work. EASY * difficult. Which one do you think, is absolutely correct? Yes, the second one of course. But, why so? Because, We our brain differentiates more than it deciphers. Its easier to say, whether its hot or cold, without exactly understa...

Well, a pessimistic or a philosophical way(are they one and the same???), to view life. is MISSION DEATH. Each and every one of us have to die someday, a debt that every man and women has to pay, or let me generalize, every living being has to pay! I am neither a pessimist, nor a philosopher. So, I am not gonna see life, as mission Death. Ummm .... What do you think when i say, "Suicide Bombers"? Have you ever thought of your skin, blowing to pieces, even when you are alive? Have your ever thought of the charring smell of your bone? Have you ever seen, parts of your body, flying places, without you? Have your felt the smell of your blood, running outside your veins, instead of within? And most important of all, have you ever, had a chance to feel, how it is to kill a human? I don't want you to answer in affirmative, unless you are a bomb, ticking to explode. I am not a suicide bomber and i have no intentions of becoming one. This article is to peep into those cruel mind...

Broken Affair. May be a common happening in the Western World, but not so common in the Eastern side, particularly in the subcontinent. The way, life changes after a broken affair, differs greatly from the west to east. In the Western World, in which, most of the countries are well developed, family bonds are a bit loose. Children are given more freedom, freedom to think, to act and to lead their life in their own way. Wet dreams are not the only thing that come with teenage in this part of the World. Love joins. Each human, is given freedom to choose, his/her love. With the same ease with which it comes, it breaks, at least in most of the cases. It does hurt, but does not kill. The two involved, break on mutual agreement, and even be good friends for the rest of their lives. In this part of the World, a broken affair is simply, count++. But in the other side of the Globe, where, "A Dinner and a Date" are not part of daily routines, a broken affair means a lot. Family bonds a...

I have always wondered, what a bird feels, when it flies, what a fish feels, when it swims, what a lion feels when it hunts, and what it feels like to be one of these. Some of our faiths believe in next birth and advocates that you next birth will be based on your sins, this expedition. I am and non-believer, and certainly can't wait till next birth. So, let me explore them, right now. How about a bird? I can fly (I have never flown before). I can cross boundaries with no visas or tickets. I can live anywhere I wish. But, that makes it too easy for me to be in a frying pan, in pieces. So, not a bird. Maybe a Horse. I can run fast. i can look handsome, with those big tooth and more importantly, I need not worry about the frying pan. Ah! what a relief ! But, I have to carry loads in my back. Wastes and Men (Unfortunately, both are the same). I will have to draw carts. To simply put it, act as a slave. I am not a slave. Think of a snake (laughing cruelly). Everyone will fear me. I can...

Most of our minds are trained to think, Love as a relationship between teenagers of opposite sex. Well, its a kinda Love, but it alone cannot be considered love, at least according to me a 'NO'. Lover is a misnomer for a would-be spouse nowadays, a coin termed by some fool, who did not know what is English, as well Love. Well, I'm not the one opposed to teenage love, but one who believes there are other forms of love too. I can hear you say, "Hey man! Umm ....Why don't you then, tell me what Love is?" Yes, that's my objective. But you will have to wait a couple of paragraphs for that. Wait. You cannot ski the next couple. It leads up to the third. You were not beautiful. You were crying. You were very naughty and mischievous. You knew nothing. You were not well-behaved and were only five-sensed. But, you had them, Your father and mother. They taught you everything. hey took care of you, each and every moment. They made you, human. They protected you from a...

For quite sometime now, there has been some complaints from few of my friends, that i have not written anything in Tamil, my mother tongue. So, let me take a chance now, to do so. When i was thinking to present something in Tamil, i looked back at my roots. POEMS. This is were it all started. So, I present a Tamil poem here. Its something a boy friend can gift to his girl friend. If any of you have an idea to be my girl friend, this is for You! உனக்கு ------------ சலவை செய்த நிலவு, வண்ணங்கள் நிறைந்த வளைவு, வெடித்து சிரிக்கும் மின்னல், இமைகள் வருடும் தென்றல்! நெஞ்சில் விழுகின்ற மழை, கனவில் பூக்கின்ற சிலை, காலையில் அவிழ்ந்த பனிமலர், கண்கள் வரைந்த புது உயிர்! உடைந்து விழுந்த குட்டி நட்சத்திரம், கண்மூடி சிரிக்கின்ற தங்க முத்துச்சரம், கண் சிமிட்டும் அருவி, பொட்டு வைக்கும் குருவி! எல்லாவற்றையும் சரியாக தேர்ந்தெடுத்த நான், என் கவிதையின் தலைப்பில் தவறு செய்துவிட்டேன்! தலைப்பு உனக்கு அல்ல, நீ எனக்கு! Well, that's it for now. I will put in more Tamil poems in the future, as and when, i find ...

If you are guessing that, it is going to be about Bible, well, you are wrong. This blog is something, more important, interesting and valuable. I dedicate this blog to one of my good friends and a classmate. She was the one, who asked me to write on this topic. We were not rich. Money has always been a criteria for most of us, if not all. That criteria, brought us together, for a journey, that will continue till death. With lot of dreams and hopes, in our eyes and minds, sixty six of us, started this journey. Most of us were, for the first time in an English medium, first time in a co-ed, first graduates of our family/village. We were a collection of teenagers, from different walks of life, destined to co-exist, for the rest of our lives. The easiest way to reach any destination is to take the straight route. If we take college, its to redirect the a,b,c, d's ....from the vocal chord of a lecturer, to the brain, through your ear drums(and of course, from there onto some paper). We...

All of us, or let me say, most of us sympathize. We give a coin or two to a deformed kid, sitting in the sun and rain, hoping to put something into his stomach. We help a blind man, cross the road. We spare some tears, for a old man, shivering in the cold and has nothing for himself, but his life. We pray for the under-privileged, poor, war-affected, diseased people. But the question is, Is all that from our Heart, or Is something from our Brain ? To put it plain, Do we have a passion to help others or do we try to wash off our sins doing so ? In a recent study by psychologists, It has been found that, Men donate more generously, when they are with a beautiful women. To be frank with myself and with you, let me confess that, I'm no different. I am bit more generous or at least look like one, when i am with some one, be it a man or a woman. When you ask to yourselves, how you are? Maybe, you get a similar answer. Is this nature a call from Heart or Brain. Its definitely, Brain. But,...

Men have always taken pride in calling themselves, Nature's best creation. They feel thankful to nature, for having been so kind to them, by giving them the power to rule. But, by doing so, they forget something. This article will remind them that. In real sense, nature did not create the so-called Homo Sapiens . It can never be called the mother nature. It just aided their evolution. And the real fact is that, men did not just evolve, to dominate the World. They equipped themselves to do so. In the initial stages of evolution, when they had started walking in two legs, they were not the largest, the strongest or the smartest. They were too small for a mammoth, too weak for a bison. Nature did not expect them to rule, may be even did not want them to. Their existence was not Nature's intention. It was an accident. Then what did push the men to rule. Necessity, not to rule, but to survive. The fear for life helped them invent tools. Had it not been the beasts, weapons would have...

When I was thinking to write on this topic, the first thing that popped up into mind is the movie, "The Green Mile". A disturbing movie, which beautifully portrays, the emotion involved in executing a criminal. the narration was touching and by the time, the movie had ended, i had tears in my eyes. But let me record my own thoughts about the topic. A father raping his seven year old daughter, a husband sharing his wife with his friends, a man decapitating his wife for talking to another man, a gang burning students along with the bus, a terrorist killing a thousand innocents. When i ask myself, do they deserve to live? My instinct says "No". How come, they are allowed to walk the Earth, alongside me? I shout inside my Heart, "THEY SHOULD DIE". But, unfortunately, I am designed to think and act, a handwork of nature. I have grey matter, within my white skull, which tells to my Heart, "Hey Buddy, You need my permission to shout out loud." So when m...