Thillaalangadi, which is an out of dictionary Tamil word (I mean, you won't find a meaning for this word, as it is just created by young generation people as one of their college code words) generally used to refer a "Untrustworthy person". Now a days it is becoming a fashion to name movies like "kettavan" which means "Bad Person" or Thillaalangadi. Once there was a time where movies were titled to give a good impression. Now it is in reverse gear. OK back to the point.
The story is just a one liner (was there a story really? I don't think). Krishna (Jayam Ravi) is a kind of person who will do anything for a kick (no, I don't mean the English term Kick). In Tamil the word kick is commonly used to mention a feeling which you get when you consume alcohol. All clear? So, the hero is a kind of person who does anything to get a feel of the kick. He resigns job every now and then as he didn't get a kick feel. Everything is a fun for him. First 30 mins goes without a bore, as the comedy and the expectation, what this boy will end up with because of his strange nature, holds us.
But after 30 mins, trust me, I felt as if I watched the movie for nearly 5 hours. So dragingggggggggggggg. I yawned every 2 minutes. The movie was dragged here and there without any logic. Even a small kid can question like how a person comes from a foreign country after making so many crimes and still turn into a police officer at the end? How a sincere police officer (Shyam) haunting at the back of a criminal turned soft at the end, in just a minute?. Story flies from India to Malaysia to India. Krishna (Ravi) oscillates from a Software Engineer to Lover boy to Thief to Police Officer. Shyam moves as a story listener to police officer to a silly forgiver.
Heroine Dhamana comes all over the movie, but with less importance and less dress. The motto of a heroine is achieved. That's all. Dhamana, I still remember you just because of the movie "Kalloori". Otherwise, you made a zero impression in my mind, I am sorry.
Over all, I would say, "Thillaalangadi is a movie with No story, No logic, and the director didn't know how to make a finish". I really feel bad that now a days movies are making and giving wrong impressions and impact. Jayam Ravi is shown as a person who go after the term "kick".
Frankly any girl, who gives importance to practical life will never go for such a guy. Because, she cannot live peacefully thinking when this person will get bored with her and go for a change. But the ill-fate of cinema, such characters are portrayed as a hero and I know how much impact it makes, especially on the college students. I had a friend in my college, who will behave like the hero character in a latest hit movie. For example, when were in MCA, a movie named "Dheena" got released and he behaved (all his mannerism, speaking tone, dressing) like Ajith.
I am in general, not a great fan of watching movies (and if you have seen most of my reviews, they were of films some 3-4 years back, which means, I watch movies very late after their release). The main reason is, I have no patience to watch movies till end and tell "I have wasted my 3 hours". So I watch movies which are already judged good or at least a time pass one by others.
But movies of few actors I keep in a sure list that it will at least not a boring one if not a great one. Jayam Ravi is one such actor and this belief increased especially after his movie "Santhosh Subramanian". But now, sorry Ravi, I put back you in the list of check before leap (watch).
http://www.digitalbhoomi.in/forums/showthread.php?p=65131
And yes, I forgot to mention earlier. The film has vadivel, Prabhu, Suhashini Maniratnam, Santhanam and lot more characters. But no one made any impact and I really wonder how Prabhu and Suhashini acted in such small role, which has no value, which are not remembered too? They came in just 2 or 3 shots as a whole.
I remember a movie named "Rettai Roja" acted by Ramki, Urvasi and Kushboo (Year of release 1996). In that movie also Suhasini comes for only one scene, but you know I still remember the dialogue she speaks to Urvasi in that single scene "You sold your husband to buy my bungalow. I sold my bungalow to save my husband's life. You are still poor". But Thillaalangadi, I don't even remember when and where and what she came for.
Monday 20 December 2010
Friday 3 December 2010
Kids are your shadows - Guide them properly
Today, it took me nearly 1 hour to brush my son's teeth. He went all around the house dancing and kept mocking me. But at one point, I became so tired and got angry when he accidentally pushed all the items (paste, brushes) from the shelf. I spanked him. He immediately shouted, cried and raised his hand to spank me back. Though I promised myself not to spank or emotionally hurt my son in anyways, sometimes I break it when things go beyond my crucial point of patience.
When my son raised his hand, though my parental proud got wounded, I realized the truth behind it. What you sow, you will reap it. Not only this incident, many times it happened that my son shouts aloud at me and try to beat me. Even for small matters like not want to have milk, he shouts at an unbearable decibels saying “Amma I don’t want to drink milk”. This is because, once I had that bad habit (I must admit and I feel shame about it) of shouting and spanking him for his mistakes. Though I overcame those depressed days long before, the after effect is still seen precisely. He never does this to his father.
When he commit’s a mistake, even if I politely ask him “Monu, what did you do?”, he shouts and cries in anger to answer my question. But if the same question is asked by his dad, he will hug his neck and with poor innocent tears, he will tell “No accha, I didn’t do that. I tried to keep it proper and it fall accidentally”. I well deserved this, isn’t it?
I got to watch this video recently. How true it is. Kids follow what we say and do. We are the role model to them. They pick everything from us. They learn it from us. I hope my son will forget those short time, I been a bad example to him and learns good things from this new mother.
The original Post - Author, myself
When my son raised his hand, though my parental proud got wounded, I realized the truth behind it. What you sow, you will reap it. Not only this incident, many times it happened that my son shouts aloud at me and try to beat me. Even for small matters like not want to have milk, he shouts at an unbearable decibels saying “Amma I don’t want to drink milk”. This is because, once I had that bad habit (I must admit and I feel shame about it) of shouting and spanking him for his mistakes. Though I overcame those depressed days long before, the after effect is still seen precisely. He never does this to his father.
When he commit’s a mistake, even if I politely ask him “Monu, what did you do?”, he shouts and cries in anger to answer my question. But if the same question is asked by his dad, he will hug his neck and with poor innocent tears, he will tell “No accha, I didn’t do that. I tried to keep it proper and it fall accidentally”. I well deserved this, isn’t it?
I got to watch this video recently. How true it is. Kids follow what we say and do. We are the role model to them. They pick everything from us. They learn it from us. I hope my son will forget those short time, I been a bad example to him and learns good things from this new mother.
The original Post - Author, myself
Thursday 18 November 2010
They have a soul beyond the skin and flesh you see - Don't crush them
The world have improved in all the ways. I am happy. The technologies, communication facilities, lifestyle, everything got changed, well improved. We feel proud. But does the life of woman changed? Of course, you all may jump out of your seats to give the list of educated women, working women and may compare how women started coming out of kitchen and enjoying freedom. Before concluding with your opinion, watch this video. Watch it till the end, if you are real human. You might have wasted your life in a waste chat with your friends. So, this 15 minutes is not going to give you a great loss in life. So, again I stress, watch it till the end point and read further to understand my points.
This cruel world still uses women as a sexual product. Even to advertise a men’s underwear or deodorant, a woman needs to run half naked in the beach. Women are used as a commercial product by the human trafficking gangs, who exploits them just for sex and money. And the cruelty’s severity can be understood when you see how a 3 years old kid got rapped by a gangster. Are they really human beings? 3 years. Is it age to know what sex means? What sin that tender did to this world? Won’t these animals have their own family, kids? Oh how to comment on that, when a father himself sold his daughter to the human trafficking brokers for money. The humanity, love are all vanishing from this earth. Women is looked over by most of the men as just a flesh, a flesh to taste. Can’t they see that women too have soul, life and feelings? They are not just a piece of wood to sit or sleep upon. I wish GOD have a computer where he can press the delete button and take off all these sinners away from the world. The thought that a man can do harm to a child of age 3 or 4 haunts me like a devil. I am often looking at my son’s face. He is 3.5 years and he still looks like a small baby to me, with the innocence still left in his face and actions. How come those cruel animals were able to see or get a luring sexual feel from a child? Frankly, I controlled all my anger and tears back and typing this message in a polite, decent manner.
Hats off to Dr.Sunitha Krishnan for her wonderful service to those poor lives. Listen to her own story in the video. How many of us will have the guts and courage to come over our problems and face the world as she does? I beg those men to behave like a human, if not GOD. I know you won’t respect if I ask questions like “aren’t you born with sisters or don’t you have wife or daughter?”. But each and every man without any exception came to this world through a mother, isn’t it? Do you know the pain of a mother? If you cannot make her proud in bringing you into this world, at least please don’t make her feel shame and cry to have a son like you. Realize, you too will turn old and die. You will not have any proud left in this earth to be remembered, except the title “An animal disguised in human form”.
http://www.digitalbhoomi.in/forums/showthread.php?t=24186
This cruel world still uses women as a sexual product. Even to advertise a men’s underwear or deodorant, a woman needs to run half naked in the beach. Women are used as a commercial product by the human trafficking gangs, who exploits them just for sex and money. And the cruelty’s severity can be understood when you see how a 3 years old kid got rapped by a gangster. Are they really human beings? 3 years. Is it age to know what sex means? What sin that tender did to this world? Won’t these animals have their own family, kids? Oh how to comment on that, when a father himself sold his daughter to the human trafficking brokers for money. The humanity, love are all vanishing from this earth. Women is looked over by most of the men as just a flesh, a flesh to taste. Can’t they see that women too have soul, life and feelings? They are not just a piece of wood to sit or sleep upon. I wish GOD have a computer where he can press the delete button and take off all these sinners away from the world. The thought that a man can do harm to a child of age 3 or 4 haunts me like a devil. I am often looking at my son’s face. He is 3.5 years and he still looks like a small baby to me, with the innocence still left in his face and actions. How come those cruel animals were able to see or get a luring sexual feel from a child? Frankly, I controlled all my anger and tears back and typing this message in a polite, decent manner.
Hats off to Dr.Sunitha Krishnan for her wonderful service to those poor lives. Listen to her own story in the video. How many of us will have the guts and courage to come over our problems and face the world as she does? I beg those men to behave like a human, if not GOD. I know you won’t respect if I ask questions like “aren’t you born with sisters or don’t you have wife or daughter?”. But each and every man without any exception came to this world through a mother, isn’t it? Do you know the pain of a mother? If you cannot make her proud in bringing you into this world, at least please don’t make her feel shame and cry to have a son like you. Realize, you too will turn old and die. You will not have any proud left in this earth to be remembered, except the title “An animal disguised in human form”.
http://www.digitalbhoomi.in/forums/showthread.php?t=24186
Friday 12 November 2010
Thanks and Please Vote
Dear Friends,
Thanks to all those who voted my previous hub about Diwali gifts. I won in that. I am so happy. Without you all, I might not have succeeded. Winning as a hubnugget is a pleasure. I don't get any gift or prize or monetary benefit. But just a newletter going to all other authors with the name and details of winners, by which, I may get new friends. Some wonderful friends, just like you.
My another hub "How to increase your income using Google Adwords Keyword tool - Step by Step guide" is selected as a hubnugget of this week. Please kindly check it here and vote.
http://hubpages.com/topics/hubpages-tutorials-and-community/2848
Thanks so much in advance.
Thanks to all those who voted my previous hub about Diwali gifts. I won in that. I am so happy. Without you all, I might not have succeeded. Winning as a hubnugget is a pleasure. I don't get any gift or prize or monetary benefit. But just a newletter going to all other authors with the name and details of winners, by which, I may get new friends. Some wonderful friends, just like you.
My another hub "How to increase your income using Google Adwords Keyword tool - Step by Step guide" is selected as a hubnugget of this week. Please kindly check it here and vote.
http://hubpages.com/topics/hubpages-tutorials-and-community/2848
Thanks so much in advance.
Friday 29 October 2010
Please kindly vote my hub
Dear Friends, I am so happy that one of my hub "10 Best Diwali - Deepavali Gift Ideas For Your Family in India" has been nominated for HubNuggets of the week.
Please kindly vote for me here. http://hubpages.com/topics/holidays-and-celebrations/2566
Thanks all for your support.
Warm Regards,
Mythili K.
Please kindly vote for me here. http://hubpages.com/topics/holidays-and-celebrations/2566
Thanks all for your support.
Warm Regards,
Mythili K.
Monday 25 October 2010
Vote for our real hero in CNN
I got it in my email.... So resharing it here again...
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If you had not heard of Narayanan Krishnan, as I had not, it is a collective failure. This is one of the most incredible stories of personal commitment.
Narayanan Krishnan, all of 29 years old now, does what he was professionally trained to do as a chef. Feed people. Only Krishnan does not do this in the swanky confines of a 5-star hotel. Every day, he wakes up at 4 am, cooks a simple hot meal and then, along with his team, loads it in a van and travels about 200 km feeding the homeless in Madurai , Tamil Nadu.
Krishnan feeds, often with his hands, almost 400 destitute people every day. And for those who need it, he provides a free haircut too.
According to CNN, eight years ago, this award-winning chef with a five-star hotel chain was all set to go to Switzerland for a high-profile posting. On a visit to a Madurai temple, he came across a homeless, old man eating his own human waste. That stark sight changed Krishnan's life.
Much to the dismay of his parents, CNN says, Krishnan abandoned his career plans and decided to spend his life and his professional training in looking after those who could not care for themselves. He has provided more than 1.2 million hot meals through his nonprofit organisation Akshaya Trust, and now hopes to extend this to shelter for the homeless too.
Krishnan is the only Indian in a list of 10 heroes that CNN has picked worldwide to honour. One of them will be chosen CNN Hero of the Year, selected by the public through an online poll. If many Indians get together to vote for this inspiring man, he can win by a long mile.
If Krishnan wins he will get $100,000 in addition to the $25,000 that he gets for being shortlisted for the Top 10. Akshaya Trust needs all the monetary support it can get to build on Krishnan's dream. Let's help him get there.
Vote for Krishnan here.
http://heroes.cnn.com/vote.aspx
The poll continues through November 18 at 6 a.m. ET.
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If you had not heard of Narayanan Krishnan, as I had not, it is a collective failure. This is one of the most incredible stories of personal commitment.
Narayanan Krishnan, all of 29 years old now, does what he was professionally trained to do as a chef. Feed people. Only Krishnan does not do this in the swanky confines of a 5-star hotel. Every day, he wakes up at 4 am, cooks a simple hot meal and then, along with his team, loads it in a van and travels about 200 km feeding the homeless in Madurai , Tamil Nadu.
Krishnan feeds, often with his hands, almost 400 destitute people every day. And for those who need it, he provides a free haircut too.
According to CNN, eight years ago, this award-winning chef with a five-star hotel chain was all set to go to Switzerland for a high-profile posting. On a visit to a Madurai temple, he came across a homeless, old man eating his own human waste. That stark sight changed Krishnan's life.
Much to the dismay of his parents, CNN says, Krishnan abandoned his career plans and decided to spend his life and his professional training in looking after those who could not care for themselves. He has provided more than 1.2 million hot meals through his nonprofit organisation Akshaya Trust, and now hopes to extend this to shelter for the homeless too.
Krishnan is the only Indian in a list of 10 heroes that CNN has picked worldwide to honour. One of them will be chosen CNN Hero of the Year, selected by the public through an online poll. If many Indians get together to vote for this inspiring man, he can win by a long mile.
If Krishnan wins he will get $100,000 in addition to the $25,000 that he gets for being shortlisted for the Top 10. Akshaya Trust needs all the monetary support it can get to build on Krishnan's dream. Let's help him get there.
Vote for Krishnan here.
http://heroes.cnn.com/vote.aspx
The poll continues through November 18 at 6 a.m. ET.
Sunday 17 October 2010
Lime Juice - Good for Digestion after a heavy meal?????
While doing my final year project in Bangalore, we, a group of friends used to go together for lunch. Generally we used to go to the simple hotels, have our lunch and rush back to our seats. Of course, we cannot spend the money in star hotels sent by our poor dads that time ;-)
One day, I guess, some time around Christmas, we all planned to go for a star hotel for lunch and celebrate. We have a proverb in tamil which says "Pattikaataan muttai kadayai vai polandhu parthadhu pola" which means, "A villager who looked at the confectionery shop with his mouth wide open". We all looked at the hotel like that (point to note here is, we were all from some small villages).
We had a great lunch together. We were prepared to pay the bill. Then came a bowl of water, with a piece of lemon floating in it. None of us knew what to do with it. We all looked at each other. Suddenly, one of my friend shouted "I knew what it is for. We had a heavy lunch. So, to avoid digestion problems, the hotel is providing lemon juice free of cost". Saying this, my friend started to crush the lemon in the warm water and started drinking.
We all felt proud of our friend's in-depth knowledge and were ready to follow to his foot mark. Everyone started crushing their lemon pieces. But before we put the bowl in our lips, a hotel attender ran to my friend and said politely "Sir, this is not drinking water. This is for hand wash purpose".
OK.... Now, no more questions like, what happened after that and how we all escaped from the hotel, without a piece of towel covering our faces, how we handled our friend after that, and who that friend is, and which country he is living now...
No no no... I am not going to give you the answer or clues ;-)
One day, I guess, some time around Christmas, we all planned to go for a star hotel for lunch and celebrate. We have a proverb in tamil which says "Pattikaataan muttai kadayai vai polandhu parthadhu pola" which means, "A villager who looked at the confectionery shop with his mouth wide open". We all looked at the hotel like that (point to note here is, we were all from some small villages).
We had a great lunch together. We were prepared to pay the bill. Then came a bowl of water, with a piece of lemon floating in it. None of us knew what to do with it. We all looked at each other. Suddenly, one of my friend shouted "I knew what it is for. We had a heavy lunch. So, to avoid digestion problems, the hotel is providing lemon juice free of cost". Saying this, my friend started to crush the lemon in the warm water and started drinking.
We all felt proud of our friend's in-depth knowledge and were ready to follow to his foot mark. Everyone started crushing their lemon pieces. But before we put the bowl in our lips, a hotel attender ran to my friend and said politely "Sir, this is not drinking water. This is for hand wash purpose".
OK.... Now, no more questions like, what happened after that and how we all escaped from the hotel, without a piece of towel covering our faces, how we handled our friend after that, and who that friend is, and which country he is living now...
No no no... I am not going to give you the answer or clues ;-)
Friday 15 October 2010
You or Me - Breaking the Iceberg
I was so busy cleaning my shelf and arranging all those old books. They are all nearly 7 to 10 years old, holding all those precious moments of my college days.
I touched each and every book, remembering whose subject it was, and the lecturer who handled the subject, his class moments, funny incidents and all those chit chats done during the class hours. All of a sudden, a small bit of paper popped out.
Oh, that was a chit paper, written by me and my close friend Savitha, full of our comments about the boring class. "Mythili, how many years jail punishment will this sir get for murdering me?"... "Hey look at that crow in that tree. It talks better than the person standing before me"... "What did amma cook today. I am bored with hostel food. Give me the tiffin box gal".... Lot more.
Since we were not able to abscond from the class and not able to talk, we made that chit chat.
My memories started flying back to those years, where we both used to be so thick friends that every one used to call us "Fevi Quicks". We always had the thought we cannot be away from each other and planned a lot of ways, on how to be together forever.
The days, we roamed together and time spent in each others home, full of fun and joy. But life changed all our track. After college, gradually the touch between us reduced and I don't remember exactly when it got vanished completely from the heart. In a ten years span, almost all are forgotten. Even when I remembered the college days in between my other works, I always had the feeling "Why me? She too has my contact details and she didn't respond to my mail that I sent 3 years before. Let her mail me, if she wants".
Now, the chit papers kindled my feelings, my friendship, from bottom of my heart. I opened my laptop and started typing a mail.
Wait... hold on...
Are you sure, she is checking mails regularly? Are you sure, she is going to respond your mail? I felt something raising and falling again and again inside my heart. No this time I am not giving up.
I ran to my book shelf again. My hands ran up and down, searching for something. Gotcha... Got it. The address book we created during our college days, having all our classmates phone number and home address. Now I feel a shivering inside me. I don't know why.
I ran to my Tata DOCOMO OneTouch Net Phone and started dialling Savitha's number. I know it is her home number and she got married within few years of our college and not sure where she is living now. But with hope I dialled the number.
Its ringing. I started hearing my heart beat. I didn't even had such a feeling, while waiting for my test results.
"Hello", a tiny little voice. "Yaaru venum ungalukku (whom do you want to speak?)".
"Savitha Irukkaala (Is Savitha available there)?"
"Amma unakkuthaan phone (Amma it is a call for you)"
Oh wow, is that Savitha's daughter? So sweet voice. I felt seeing that little tender.
"Hello yaaru (Hello, who is that)?"
I couldn't reply for a while. Her voice didn't change in this 8 years. She again asked the question who is this.
"Your friend. A forgotten friend". She recognized my voice. There was sudden silence.... and came a breaking little voice "Ammuuuuuuu" and this is how she used to call me...
"Yes... Your ammu... your forgotten ammu"... I felt my voice breaking and tears ready to roll out at any moment.
I heard Savitha's broken voice again and again saying "Ammu" and she was not able to talk any more. She cried. We consoled each other. After few emotional moments, we started talking... talking... talking... oh my goodness, it was nearly 1.5 hours I spoke to her.
She said she came home for vacation. We exchanged our contact numbers and promised each other to be in touch forever and for sure.
I felt light. The iceberg inside me is broken now. It is not heavy and all dissolved.
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I touched each and every book, remembering whose subject it was, and the lecturer who handled the subject, his class moments, funny incidents and all those chit chats done during the class hours. All of a sudden, a small bit of paper popped out.
Oh, that was a chit paper, written by me and my close friend Savitha, full of our comments about the boring class. "Mythili, how many years jail punishment will this sir get for murdering me?"... "Hey look at that crow in that tree. It talks better than the person standing before me"... "What did amma cook today. I am bored with hostel food. Give me the tiffin box gal".... Lot more.
Since we were not able to abscond from the class and not able to talk, we made that chit chat.
My memories started flying back to those years, where we both used to be so thick friends that every one used to call us "Fevi Quicks". We always had the thought we cannot be away from each other and planned a lot of ways, on how to be together forever.
The days, we roamed together and time spent in each others home, full of fun and joy. But life changed all our track. After college, gradually the touch between us reduced and I don't remember exactly when it got vanished completely from the heart. In a ten years span, almost all are forgotten. Even when I remembered the college days in between my other works, I always had the feeling "Why me? She too has my contact details and she didn't respond to my mail that I sent 3 years before. Let her mail me, if she wants".
Now, the chit papers kindled my feelings, my friendship, from bottom of my heart. I opened my laptop and started typing a mail.
Wait... hold on...
Are you sure, she is checking mails regularly? Are you sure, she is going to respond your mail? I felt something raising and falling again and again inside my heart. No this time I am not giving up.
I ran to my book shelf again. My hands ran up and down, searching for something. Gotcha... Got it. The address book we created during our college days, having all our classmates phone number and home address. Now I feel a shivering inside me. I don't know why.
I ran to my Tata DOCOMO OneTouch Net Phone and started dialling Savitha's number. I know it is her home number and she got married within few years of our college and not sure where she is living now. But with hope I dialled the number.
Its ringing. I started hearing my heart beat. I didn't even had such a feeling, while waiting for my test results.
"Hello", a tiny little voice. "Yaaru venum ungalukku (whom do you want to speak?)".
"Savitha Irukkaala (Is Savitha available there)?"
"Amma unakkuthaan phone (Amma it is a call for you)"
Oh wow, is that Savitha's daughter? So sweet voice. I felt seeing that little tender.
"Hello yaaru (Hello, who is that)?"
I couldn't reply for a while. Her voice didn't change in this 8 years. She again asked the question who is this.
"Your friend. A forgotten friend". She recognized my voice. There was sudden silence.... and came a breaking little voice "Ammuuuuuuu" and this is how she used to call me...
"Yes... Your ammu... your forgotten ammu"... I felt my voice breaking and tears ready to roll out at any moment.
I heard Savitha's broken voice again and again saying "Ammu" and she was not able to talk any more. She cried. We consoled each other. After few emotional moments, we started talking... talking... talking... oh my goodness, it was nearly 1.5 hours I spoke to her.
She said she came home for vacation. We exchanged our contact numbers and promised each other to be in touch forever and for sure.
I felt light. The iceberg inside me is broken now. It is not heavy and all dissolved.
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Thursday 7 October 2010
Bodyguard - Malayalam Movie Review
I have written the same review in the forum Digitalbhoomi. Digitalbhoomi is an Indian forum, where you can write about anything, and earn money for your writings. Also, Rs.3500 cash prize is given for best three posts, every month.
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OK, coming to the Story
The entire movie is a flash back, which starts with Jayakrishna (Dileep), son of a school teachers who has a different way of thinking right from his childhood. It continues even when he grew. He hates people, who fears for anything and everything. He admires those who shows heroism (or Gundaism) and likes to move along with them as their bodyguard. He comes across a person called Ashokettan (Thiyagarajan), whom he admires for his bravery and wish to join as his bodyguard. Though didn't like to have a bodyguard, Ashokettan agrees later as Jayakrishna came with a recommendation from a person whom he cannot say a NO. Within few days, Ashokettan and family was attacked by one of his enemies and Jayakrishna saves them all. This makes Jayakrishna's post as permanent.
Later, Jayakrishna was asked by Ashokettan to join the college as student, where Ashokettan's daughter Ammu (Nayantara) and her friend Sethulakshmi (Mithra Kurian), daughter of Ashokettan's secretary was studying, just to continue as Ammu's bodyguard there. The fun starts there. Jayakrishna always follow Ammu and this irritates her and her friends. So, to escape Jayakrishna, Ammu uses a plan given by one of her friend. She tries to distract him with a love call. She calls him from a Caller ID restricted phone and talks romantically. Though not interested in the beginning, Jayakrishna slowly falls for that unknown girl. Later when Ammu learns the real good nature of Jayakrishna and his respect towards her and her family, she too started loving him, despite of her engagement happened already to some one in London.
Ammu fears that Jayakrishna may reject her, if he comes to know that she was the girl, loving him through phone, as he respects her family and her dad more than anything. So, she asks for a promise from Jayakrishna that he should not reject her, when she comes before him. She asks Jayakrishna to elope with her, and asks him to meet her in the railway station in the evening of their last day of the college. But before she gets there, she was caught by her father. So, to save Jayakrishna, she sends her friend Sethulakshmi to convey the message that "Ammu was the one who called him so far and she wants Jayakrishna to wait for a while and she will never marry any one else".
But the story takes a turn at the end, where Ammu's friend Sethulakshmi couldn't say a NO to the emotional Jayakrishna and continues with him as the girl who called him all those days. Though she lived happily with Jayakrishna, she dies because of sickness. She left a diary for her son (Smelling the movie, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai?"), from which the 8 or 9 years old boy learns all these old happenings. Jayakrishna was invited by Ashokettan, where he founds Ammu as unmarried. Jayakrishna's son requests her to join them as his mother and Ashokettan accepts it, as he knows her daughter's wish. Though hesitated first, Jayakrishna takes her along with him.
In the railway station, Jayakrishna's son trashes the diary, as per his mother's wish that it should not be read by his dad at anytime. But Jayakrishna sees this and takes back the diary without his son's knowledge and learns all the truth. The train journey continues with all the three (Jayakrishna, Ammu and Jayakrishna's son) travelling together as one family.
Discussion
I didn't want to reveal the climax actually, so that the reader would like to watch the movie. But then, I really wanted to discuss few things about the movie here. So, just broke the secret.
The only strength of the movie is the commedy. Dileep is well known for his commical characters and he did justice for his job. The scences of the college days are all real good with full of fun dialogues to laugh aloud. Dileep's expression as bodyguard and his body language were all so good and a great applause to Dileep for that.
But there are lots of loop holes throughout the movie.
1. How come in all the movies, wife of the hero dies of sickness, if she is not the lady whom he loved or if she is not the main lead character? Bodyguard is no exception from Kuch kuch hota hai, where Rani Mukhrjee dies to unite Sharukhan with Kajol.
2. How come all the lead characters (the lover of the hero) waits till the return of the hero after the death of his wife? Nayantara is no exception from Kajol in that same movie Kuch kuch hota hai. In that Hindi movie, it was never shown why Kajol didn't marry anyone till that time, where Rani Mukharjee's daughter reads her mother's letter left for her and comes in search of Kajol and no reason why Kajol accepted to marry Salman khan after so many years, just before the return of Sharukhan. Similarly, no reason was shown about how Nayantara escapes from her marriage, which was already fixed and how she convinced her father and family to stop her marriage.
3. How come all those 7/8 years old kids read their mothers diary and understand the love feelings they expressed in writing? Because, at my age of 7 or 8, I was not even able to understand those romantic feelings, even by seeing the movies and pictures. Am I that stupid or are the kids now a days are so knowledged?
4. How come Jayakrishna's son got the diary of his mother who died when he was so young (like 2 or 3 years old) without his father's knowledge?
5. How come all mothers leave a note to their kids, thinking they will fulfill their wishes? Or why they leave note, if they don't want anyone to know it in future after their demisal?
6. How come all the heros able to replace their wives whom they loved for years, from their heart in a moment, when they find the truth that the other gal was the one they loved before marrying the wife?
I got lots of "How Come" questions.
But frankly, I have to accept the truth, that I had a good laugh watching this movie. No vulgar scenes, no dress less dances. Pure commedy, with little sentiments in the climax, which ends "Subham" as per the written law of Indian Cine Field.
So, if you keep aside your logical thinking for a while, then this movie gives you a guarantee to relax and laugh.
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OK, coming to the Story
The entire movie is a flash back, which starts with Jayakrishna (Dileep), son of a school teachers who has a different way of thinking right from his childhood. It continues even when he grew. He hates people, who fears for anything and everything. He admires those who shows heroism (or Gundaism) and likes to move along with them as their bodyguard. He comes across a person called Ashokettan (Thiyagarajan), whom he admires for his bravery and wish to join as his bodyguard. Though didn't like to have a bodyguard, Ashokettan agrees later as Jayakrishna came with a recommendation from a person whom he cannot say a NO. Within few days, Ashokettan and family was attacked by one of his enemies and Jayakrishna saves them all. This makes Jayakrishna's post as permanent.
Later, Jayakrishna was asked by Ashokettan to join the college as student, where Ashokettan's daughter Ammu (Nayantara) and her friend Sethulakshmi (Mithra Kurian), daughter of Ashokettan's secretary was studying, just to continue as Ammu's bodyguard there. The fun starts there. Jayakrishna always follow Ammu and this irritates her and her friends. So, to escape Jayakrishna, Ammu uses a plan given by one of her friend. She tries to distract him with a love call. She calls him from a Caller ID restricted phone and talks romantically. Though not interested in the beginning, Jayakrishna slowly falls for that unknown girl. Later when Ammu learns the real good nature of Jayakrishna and his respect towards her and her family, she too started loving him, despite of her engagement happened already to some one in London.
Ammu fears that Jayakrishna may reject her, if he comes to know that she was the girl, loving him through phone, as he respects her family and her dad more than anything. So, she asks for a promise from Jayakrishna that he should not reject her, when she comes before him. She asks Jayakrishna to elope with her, and asks him to meet her in the railway station in the evening of their last day of the college. But before she gets there, she was caught by her father. So, to save Jayakrishna, she sends her friend Sethulakshmi to convey the message that "Ammu was the one who called him so far and she wants Jayakrishna to wait for a while and she will never marry any one else".
But the story takes a turn at the end, where Ammu's friend Sethulakshmi couldn't say a NO to the emotional Jayakrishna and continues with him as the girl who called him all those days. Though she lived happily with Jayakrishna, she dies because of sickness. She left a diary for her son (Smelling the movie, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai?"), from which the 8 or 9 years old boy learns all these old happenings. Jayakrishna was invited by Ashokettan, where he founds Ammu as unmarried. Jayakrishna's son requests her to join them as his mother and Ashokettan accepts it, as he knows her daughter's wish. Though hesitated first, Jayakrishna takes her along with him.
In the railway station, Jayakrishna's son trashes the diary, as per his mother's wish that it should not be read by his dad at anytime. But Jayakrishna sees this and takes back the diary without his son's knowledge and learns all the truth. The train journey continues with all the three (Jayakrishna, Ammu and Jayakrishna's son) travelling together as one family.
Discussion
I didn't want to reveal the climax actually, so that the reader would like to watch the movie. But then, I really wanted to discuss few things about the movie here. So, just broke the secret.
The only strength of the movie is the commedy. Dileep is well known for his commical characters and he did justice for his job. The scences of the college days are all real good with full of fun dialogues to laugh aloud. Dileep's expression as bodyguard and his body language were all so good and a great applause to Dileep for that.
But there are lots of loop holes throughout the movie.
1. How come in all the movies, wife of the hero dies of sickness, if she is not the lady whom he loved or if she is not the main lead character? Bodyguard is no exception from Kuch kuch hota hai, where Rani Mukhrjee dies to unite Sharukhan with Kajol.
2. How come all the lead characters (the lover of the hero) waits till the return of the hero after the death of his wife? Nayantara is no exception from Kajol in that same movie Kuch kuch hota hai. In that Hindi movie, it was never shown why Kajol didn't marry anyone till that time, where Rani Mukharjee's daughter reads her mother's letter left for her and comes in search of Kajol and no reason why Kajol accepted to marry Salman khan after so many years, just before the return of Sharukhan. Similarly, no reason was shown about how Nayantara escapes from her marriage, which was already fixed and how she convinced her father and family to stop her marriage.
3. How come all those 7/8 years old kids read their mothers diary and understand the love feelings they expressed in writing? Because, at my age of 7 or 8, I was not even able to understand those romantic feelings, even by seeing the movies and pictures. Am I that stupid or are the kids now a days are so knowledged?
4. How come Jayakrishna's son got the diary of his mother who died when he was so young (like 2 or 3 years old) without his father's knowledge?
5. How come all mothers leave a note to their kids, thinking they will fulfill their wishes? Or why they leave note, if they don't want anyone to know it in future after their demisal?
6. How come all the heros able to replace their wives whom they loved for years, from their heart in a moment, when they find the truth that the other gal was the one they loved before marrying the wife?
I got lots of "How Come" questions.
But frankly, I have to accept the truth, that I had a good laugh watching this movie. No vulgar scenes, no dress less dances. Pure commedy, with little sentiments in the climax, which ends "Subham" as per the written law of Indian Cine Field.
So, if you keep aside your logical thinking for a while, then this movie gives you a guarantee to relax and laugh.
http://www.digitalbhoomi.in/forums/showthread.php?p=60805
Wednesday 15 September 2010
Why this little monsters always have unanswerable questions?
Today is definitely not my day (or should I say my son's day?). I went to pick my son from school and the teacher told that he wastes snacks served. She said, "He thinks that it is a must to eat all the items in his snacks box. So he bites everything, but couldn't finish. We tried to tell him that instead of biting and wasting, he can leave the packet unopened and untouched, but he is not able to understand. So try to explain him in your own language".
My son is not familiar with English yet, so sometimes he cannot understand the teacher's instruction. So, they seek my help to convey messages to him. Today, teaching him "Not to waste his snacks" was my homework. So, when we started walking out of his school, I started my preaching which continued for 20 mins (I was not scolding or forcing. But in a casual way I tried to say that he don't need to take the snacks if not wanted and should not waste food items). He was so quite listening. Finally I asked "What did amma told you so far?" and the little rascal asked me back "oh amma did you say anything? No you were not saying anything". I was shocked and said "I should give you nicely". He smiled and said "OK". So when I pretended as if going to pull his ears, he said "amma amma, you asked me not to waste snacks, ok, ok?".
Man, 3.3 years is certainly not an age to make such a fun, isn't it? OK, the real show started later. He asked for a banana when I entered a shop to buy a tamil magazine. Later when we got into the tram, he peeled the banana and started eating. After half done, he said don't want it. I started the preaching again. "This is what amma said so far. You should not waste your food items. Else Kutti Krishnan (which means baby Krishnan - his favorite GOD) will not like you and won't talk to you". There started my trouble.
He slowly turned left and right and asked me, "Where is he here in this tram? He is in the temple (Guruvayoor he tried to mean). He is not in this tram and so he won't know that I wasted this". Really I felt astonished with his thinking. I replied him "No monu, GOD is everywhere. He hides and watches you all the time". The quick reply was "I didn't see him in the shop where we bought the banana. If he hides there, that shop uncle will catch him and give to police". OK, now I am holding the hand bar in the tram strongly, not to faint. Because, it was me, once told him that the shop uncle will hand over the mischevious kids to police if they run or hide in the shop, when he and his friend tried to play "Hide and Seek" in that same shop. Now I should be more careful in replying. So I said, "GOD travels above in the sky and watches". GOD, you tested me again with a question from him "No, I saw only smokes (clouds) when we fly in the flight and I didn't see GOD". Times Up. Need a break. So I changed the topic from GOD to muscle.
Monu loves his dad's arms with muscles (as he do exercises regularly) and always says that he is a big boy and he too is getting muscles. So whenever he makes fuss to eat, I used to tell "OK then you won't get muscles like your dad" and he finishes the food. So I took that concept and said "If you don't eat the banana fully, you won't get muscles". But he was not ready to come out of the GOD topic and so he asked "Amma, if I eat banana, then I will grow and get muscle. But kutti Krishnan is still small. Why?". OK, I understood. Today is definitely not my day. I know why this question came. When we went to Guruvayoor, we offered lots of bananas to the temple and when my son asked for a banana from that, we said it was for Kutti Krishnan and so will buy something else for him.
Now, he remembers that and wondered why kutti Krishnan is still kutti (small), though after having that whoelsome banana bunches. What should I tell? If I say, eating banana is not going to help kutti Krishnan to grow big, then the banana in his hand also will go to the bin. If I say kutti Krishnan have grown big, then he may ask for proofs. I was really mad and GOD felt "OK times up stupid gal" and gave me a phone call. I took the opportunity and started talking in the phone. Monu started staring out through the window and slowly biting the rest of the banana. He didn't continue his questions after the phone call. May be bored?
Now, I am holding my breath expecting the question session to start at any moment.
My son is not familiar with English yet, so sometimes he cannot understand the teacher's instruction. So, they seek my help to convey messages to him. Today, teaching him "Not to waste his snacks" was my homework. So, when we started walking out of his school, I started my preaching which continued for 20 mins (I was not scolding or forcing. But in a casual way I tried to say that he don't need to take the snacks if not wanted and should not waste food items). He was so quite listening. Finally I asked "What did amma told you so far?" and the little rascal asked me back "oh amma did you say anything? No you were not saying anything". I was shocked and said "I should give you nicely". He smiled and said "OK". So when I pretended as if going to pull his ears, he said "amma amma, you asked me not to waste snacks, ok, ok?".
Man, 3.3 years is certainly not an age to make such a fun, isn't it? OK, the real show started later. He asked for a banana when I entered a shop to buy a tamil magazine. Later when we got into the tram, he peeled the banana and started eating. After half done, he said don't want it. I started the preaching again. "This is what amma said so far. You should not waste your food items. Else Kutti Krishnan (which means baby Krishnan - his favorite GOD) will not like you and won't talk to you". There started my trouble.
He slowly turned left and right and asked me, "Where is he here in this tram? He is in the temple (Guruvayoor he tried to mean). He is not in this tram and so he won't know that I wasted this". Really I felt astonished with his thinking. I replied him "No monu, GOD is everywhere. He hides and watches you all the time". The quick reply was "I didn't see him in the shop where we bought the banana. If he hides there, that shop uncle will catch him and give to police". OK, now I am holding the hand bar in the tram strongly, not to faint. Because, it was me, once told him that the shop uncle will hand over the mischevious kids to police if they run or hide in the shop, when he and his friend tried to play "Hide and Seek" in that same shop. Now I should be more careful in replying. So I said, "GOD travels above in the sky and watches". GOD, you tested me again with a question from him "No, I saw only smokes (clouds) when we fly in the flight and I didn't see GOD". Times Up. Need a break. So I changed the topic from GOD to muscle.
Monu loves his dad's arms with muscles (as he do exercises regularly) and always says that he is a big boy and he too is getting muscles. So whenever he makes fuss to eat, I used to tell "OK then you won't get muscles like your dad" and he finishes the food. So I took that concept and said "If you don't eat the banana fully, you won't get muscles". But he was not ready to come out of the GOD topic and so he asked "Amma, if I eat banana, then I will grow and get muscle. But kutti Krishnan is still small. Why?". OK, I understood. Today is definitely not my day. I know why this question came. When we went to Guruvayoor, we offered lots of bananas to the temple and when my son asked for a banana from that, we said it was for Kutti Krishnan and so will buy something else for him.
Now, he remembers that and wondered why kutti Krishnan is still kutti (small), though after having that whoelsome banana bunches. What should I tell? If I say, eating banana is not going to help kutti Krishnan to grow big, then the banana in his hand also will go to the bin. If I say kutti Krishnan have grown big, then he may ask for proofs. I was really mad and GOD felt "OK times up stupid gal" and gave me a phone call. I took the opportunity and started talking in the phone. Monu started staring out through the window and slowly biting the rest of the banana. He didn't continue his questions after the phone call. May be bored?
Now, I am holding my breath expecting the question session to start at any moment.
Sunday 1 August 2010
Another matter to say "No matter India or Switzerland, it is SAME everywhere"
Few months before, I shared an experience about Switzerland in the thread "No matter India or Switzerland, it is SAME everywhere". Now I got another matter to share in the same line.
When I came to Switzerland 3 years before, everything was good, except one matter. It is, "Closing" of all shops by 6.30 PM in the evening and whole day on Sunday. No matter what shop it is, whether a cloth shop or a book shop or a grocery shop, it will be closed exactly by 6.30 PM and it will not be opened at all on Sundays.
3 years before, my son was so young and so I rarely go out and used to depend on my husband, especially for shopping house hold items. He used to rush from his office after 6PM and within 20 minutes time, he used to buy all the essential items. Later we shifted to the method of shopping on Saturday for the whole week.
Once when I got to talk to a Swiss citizen, I asked her why the shops are closed by 6.30 PM itself, loosing potential buyers and business. She smiled and said, it was the olden style to discourage women to go to job. I was "Jaw" dropped. She explained me further that, though Swiss is an European country, with all modern outlook, it still possesses the "Man to work and women at home" concept, beneath it. The government itself loves that. Hence they try to make use of every chance, but without any violence (like our Sena group, beating women to force their concept). Closing of shops is one such olden style chance, forcing women to stay at home and take care of all the essential household chores (but now ladies are working on part time basis is a different story).
Later I started realising that the olden concept is still true and valued by Swiss people. Here living as "Family" is more valued. When we say we are "Married", we get more respect than those who say "Living Together". When we go out, people (especially old Swiss citizens) love my husband to speak in public and myself to stand behind. Once when we went to a hotel, where I tried to say something to the old man in the reception and that gentle man said "Ask your man to speak". I was so shocked. Actually my husband was taking some photos of my son and hence I tried to talk to that man.
Though people are changing now because of Globalisation and more foreigners getting into the country, still such old people do exist in Switzerland. Women have a long way to go. Sighhh.
So, again, no matter India or Switzerland, it is same everywhere.
When I came to Switzerland 3 years before, everything was good, except one matter. It is, "Closing" of all shops by 6.30 PM in the evening and whole day on Sunday. No matter what shop it is, whether a cloth shop or a book shop or a grocery shop, it will be closed exactly by 6.30 PM and it will not be opened at all on Sundays.
3 years before, my son was so young and so I rarely go out and used to depend on my husband, especially for shopping house hold items. He used to rush from his office after 6PM and within 20 minutes time, he used to buy all the essential items. Later we shifted to the method of shopping on Saturday for the whole week.
Once when I got to talk to a Swiss citizen, I asked her why the shops are closed by 6.30 PM itself, loosing potential buyers and business. She smiled and said, it was the olden style to discourage women to go to job. I was "Jaw" dropped. She explained me further that, though Swiss is an European country, with all modern outlook, it still possesses the "Man to work and women at home" concept, beneath it. The government itself loves that. Hence they try to make use of every chance, but without any violence (like our Sena group, beating women to force their concept). Closing of shops is one such olden style chance, forcing women to stay at home and take care of all the essential household chores (but now ladies are working on part time basis is a different story).
Later I started realising that the olden concept is still true and valued by Swiss people. Here living as "Family" is more valued. When we say we are "Married", we get more respect than those who say "Living Together". When we go out, people (especially old Swiss citizens) love my husband to speak in public and myself to stand behind. Once when we went to a hotel, where I tried to say something to the old man in the reception and that gentle man said "Ask your man to speak". I was so shocked. Actually my husband was taking some photos of my son and hence I tried to talk to that man.
Though people are changing now because of Globalisation and more foreigners getting into the country, still such old people do exist in Switzerland. Women have a long way to go. Sighhh.
So, again, no matter India or Switzerland, it is same everywhere.
Monday 19 July 2010
The tension of a father - Parenting not easy again
The day started good as hubby was at home. Weekends are always good. There is someone to tackle my son. Saturday, the whole family took a walk and crossed the border of Switzerland, entered Germany for shopping. After busting hubby's wallet, I returned so happily dragging my shopping cart. My hubby walked along with my son.
Suddenly my son picked a big stone from the side and asked his dad, "Acchaa, ee kallinae aa valliya carilaikku eriyattae?" which means, dad shall I threw this stone on that big car? His dad was shocked and replied "Monu, acchannukku police station puvaan theer thalpariyamillaa (Monu, dad have no interest for a ride to police station). So, let us drop the plan of pelting stone". My son couldn't understand the relation between the stone and police. So he asked why. My husband replied him that a big police uncle will come and take him if he damages others property.
My son threw the big stone away and picked a small one now. He asked his dad, "Now this is small stone only. I will throw in a small car. Is that OK?" My husband was so nervous that his son may threw the stone any moment before his explanation. So he said, the police uncle will come even for small stone. My son quickly replied, "For small stone, only small police uncle will come. Can't you manage even him". My husband turned dumb and looked at me for help.
I was in no mood to help, as I rarely get chances to enjoy, seeing my husband suffering in my son's hand. So, I kept walking and told them "See you later, if not ended in jail". My son was ready with the stone, and waiting for my husband's permission (thank GOD, he has that manner of seeking permission before doing any activities outside home). My husband, plucked the stone from our son's hand and dropped it, picked him and walked fast from that location, in fear of wasting time running to insurance company and police station.
ohhhh how relax it is to see someone else suffering, especially the who often smiles when I were in trouble and turned mad with the little monster.
Suddenly my son picked a big stone from the side and asked his dad, "Acchaa, ee kallinae aa valliya carilaikku eriyattae?" which means, dad shall I threw this stone on that big car? His dad was shocked and replied "Monu, acchannukku police station puvaan theer thalpariyamillaa (Monu, dad have no interest for a ride to police station). So, let us drop the plan of pelting stone". My son couldn't understand the relation between the stone and police. So he asked why. My husband replied him that a big police uncle will come and take him if he damages others property.
My son threw the big stone away and picked a small one now. He asked his dad, "Now this is small stone only. I will throw in a small car. Is that OK?" My husband was so nervous that his son may threw the stone any moment before his explanation. So he said, the police uncle will come even for small stone. My son quickly replied, "For small stone, only small police uncle will come. Can't you manage even him". My husband turned dumb and looked at me for help.
I was in no mood to help, as I rarely get chances to enjoy, seeing my husband suffering in my son's hand. So, I kept walking and told them "See you later, if not ended in jail". My son was ready with the stone, and waiting for my husband's permission (thank GOD, he has that manner of seeking permission before doing any activities outside home). My husband, plucked the stone from our son's hand and dropped it, picked him and walked fast from that location, in fear of wasting time running to insurance company and police station.
ohhhh how relax it is to see someone else suffering, especially the who often smiles when I were in trouble and turned mad with the little monster.
Monday 12 July 2010
Are you Indira Gandhi?
When I were in 7th standard, I had a friend called Meenakshi. She studied in Tamil Medium school till her 6th standard and joined in our class (English Medium) for 7th standard. She was one of the bright students, who used to secure within first 3 ranks till her 6th standard. But due to the change in the medium of education, she got failed in her 7th standard. We all moved to class 8, but she moved to 7th standard Tamil medium as she couldn't cope up with English as her medium of studies.
Few weeks after the school started, I met her during lunch hours to check how she was doing. She was happy asusual (she was one happy queen of our class, who used to take things light and keep moving) and said she was happy to have new friends in her class.
I asked her "Didn't your parents scold you for not passing 7th standard?" She replied, "Yes, they did. Even few of my relatives commented on me. They compared me with all others and asked, am I not feeling shame to get failed when all my friends of my age moved to the next class. But I asked them a question back and they didn't dare to insult me any further".
I got too surprised and was too eager to learn what that question was. She told me that she asked her parents and others, "Even at your age, Indira Gandhi managed to become Prime Minister and Gandhiji managed to become Mahatma. Are you feeling shame that you couldn't achieve like them?"
At that age of 12 or 13, I really couldn't believe that one could able to shut others mouth with logical speaking and keep oneself happy without getting affected by others words. If I were in her place, I might have cried out my life or might have stopped going to school in fear to face others and their criticism.
Few weeks after the school started, I met her during lunch hours to check how she was doing. She was happy asusual (she was one happy queen of our class, who used to take things light and keep moving) and said she was happy to have new friends in her class.
I asked her "Didn't your parents scold you for not passing 7th standard?" She replied, "Yes, they did. Even few of my relatives commented on me. They compared me with all others and asked, am I not feeling shame to get failed when all my friends of my age moved to the next class. But I asked them a question back and they didn't dare to insult me any further".
I got too surprised and was too eager to learn what that question was. She told me that she asked her parents and others, "Even at your age, Indira Gandhi managed to become Prime Minister and Gandhiji managed to become Mahatma. Are you feeling shame that you couldn't achieve like them?"
At that age of 12 or 13, I really couldn't believe that one could able to shut others mouth with logical speaking and keep oneself happy without getting affected by others words. If I were in her place, I might have cried out my life or might have stopped going to school in fear to face others and their criticism.
Sunday 11 July 2010
Pains of NRIs
I'm writing the general opinions of most of the NRIs, as I used to get the details from the discussions which happen during our friends meet here. Few of them are :
1. We might have lived in individual houses with garden and compound walls in India. But now, we live in apartments with single bedroom, congested and small ones. But people back in India (not the one who really knows us) always imagine as if we are living in houses as the ones seen in TV programs (could be Britney Spears house).
2. When you return to India, no matter how close or not, every one who knows you expects a gift from you (atleast a foreign chocolate, if not a perfume). They never mind about the maximum weight (20kg) allowed in airlines. You should some how carried the gift. (But I guess now this mentality is reducing a little, as atleast one person from every home are now NRIs).
3. Once when you landed in a foreign country, you can never say a word about India or anything bad happening there. You are considered as not patriotic. You might have did the same, sitting there in India, but not now. (of course lots of NRIs do show off as if they were born and brought up outside India and never knew the pathetic conditions of India before).
4. The moment you took the flight outside India for a job, you will be considered as "Bill Gates". I mean, one of the richest person in the world. Relations and friends will ask for money / debt and if you are not able to give, then the rest of the happenings (like scolding behind you, spreading rumors about you to others) are left for readers imaginations. They never knew, we spend most of our salary in house rent alone. I guess, since we convert the amount of rent in Indian money and tell them, they imagine the house we live would be like Britney Spears house.
5. Each and every friend and relatives expects YOU to call them and never think that telephone is not FREE for NRIs. That too, they all expect your call on some special days like "New Year" and never accept that we cannot make 100+ calls in a single day. The head ache increases if we called one friend and left another one, where as this two shares the matter in our absence. Thanks to PC - PC calling now. It reduced the burden a bit now.
What you say, NRIs?
1. We might have lived in individual houses with garden and compound walls in India. But now, we live in apartments with single bedroom, congested and small ones. But people back in India (not the one who really knows us) always imagine as if we are living in houses as the ones seen in TV programs (could be Britney Spears house).
2. When you return to India, no matter how close or not, every one who knows you expects a gift from you (atleast a foreign chocolate, if not a perfume). They never mind about the maximum weight (20kg) allowed in airlines. You should some how carried the gift. (But I guess now this mentality is reducing a little, as atleast one person from every home are now NRIs).
3. Once when you landed in a foreign country, you can never say a word about India or anything bad happening there. You are considered as not patriotic. You might have did the same, sitting there in India, but not now. (of course lots of NRIs do show off as if they were born and brought up outside India and never knew the pathetic conditions of India before).
4. The moment you took the flight outside India for a job, you will be considered as "Bill Gates". I mean, one of the richest person in the world. Relations and friends will ask for money / debt and if you are not able to give, then the rest of the happenings (like scolding behind you, spreading rumors about you to others) are left for readers imaginations. They never knew, we spend most of our salary in house rent alone. I guess, since we convert the amount of rent in Indian money and tell them, they imagine the house we live would be like Britney Spears house.
5. Each and every friend and relatives expects YOU to call them and never think that telephone is not FREE for NRIs. That too, they all expect your call on some special days like "New Year" and never accept that we cannot make 100+ calls in a single day. The head ache increases if we called one friend and left another one, where as this two shares the matter in our absence. Thanks to PC - PC calling now. It reduced the burden a bit now.
What you say, NRIs?
This Life - Is it WORTH?
Right from morning, this question is ringing inside me. Is this worth? Reason behind is....
Today morning I called home and spoke to my parents. In between our conversation, dad told that one of our near by neighbour (whom I address as uncle) passed away. Since he was aged and sick for a while, everyone accepted his demise easily. Though it is a great loss for his family, they consoled themselves saying "GOD didn't make him to suffer more". Actually dad passed this news as a "Just FYI" message only.
But I'm yet to come out of it. I felt something missing inside me. I'm not much close to that uncle neither to his family. We just smiled to each other and say a hi, when got chances to meet face to face. But this news made me to recollect the incident happened to me in 2005.
I went to USA for a project completion. Few weeks after I left, my grandma (dad's mom) passed away in India. But since I were alone in USA and coming back was not that easy, my parents didn't inform me about her demise. I loved her (still love her) a lot. So, they thought that, I might broke down and no one around to console. Hence didn't inform me. When I returned back after 8 months, I got shocked by seeing her photo with a garland in the enterance of our home. I have no words now to explain my feelings at that moment, how I fainted and couldn't believe the news. It took a long time for me to believe that my grandma is no more in this world.
My mind is wandering here and there at this moment. When were young (around 10 years old), my chacha met with a very minor accident. But all our relatives came to meet him in hospital and we young people took it as a family get together and played. Now a days, living in foreign nation, we are not only missing to meet people, but also miss to have a final glance of some parting friends and relatives, who leave this world forever.
I'm out of India for the past 3 years. Till date I missed a lot of activities like my own brother's engagement (thank GOD, I got to attend his marriage atleast), my cousin's marriage, my niece's arrival, and so on....
Often I question myself, "Leaving all our relations and loved ones somewhere, is it worth to live a life outside, just for job opportunities and earnings?". Could be "YES" for sometimes and "NO" for sometimes. But, it is painful when we lost some one whom we wish to meet once, when back to home :-(
Today morning I called home and spoke to my parents. In between our conversation, dad told that one of our near by neighbour (whom I address as uncle) passed away. Since he was aged and sick for a while, everyone accepted his demise easily. Though it is a great loss for his family, they consoled themselves saying "GOD didn't make him to suffer more". Actually dad passed this news as a "Just FYI" message only.
But I'm yet to come out of it. I felt something missing inside me. I'm not much close to that uncle neither to his family. We just smiled to each other and say a hi, when got chances to meet face to face. But this news made me to recollect the incident happened to me in 2005.
I went to USA for a project completion. Few weeks after I left, my grandma (dad's mom) passed away in India. But since I were alone in USA and coming back was not that easy, my parents didn't inform me about her demise. I loved her (still love her) a lot. So, they thought that, I might broke down and no one around to console. Hence didn't inform me. When I returned back after 8 months, I got shocked by seeing her photo with a garland in the enterance of our home. I have no words now to explain my feelings at that moment, how I fainted and couldn't believe the news. It took a long time for me to believe that my grandma is no more in this world.
My mind is wandering here and there at this moment. When were young (around 10 years old), my chacha met with a very minor accident. But all our relatives came to meet him in hospital and we young people took it as a family get together and played. Now a days, living in foreign nation, we are not only missing to meet people, but also miss to have a final glance of some parting friends and relatives, who leave this world forever.
I'm out of India for the past 3 years. Till date I missed a lot of activities like my own brother's engagement (thank GOD, I got to attend his marriage atleast), my cousin's marriage, my niece's arrival, and so on....
Often I question myself, "Leaving all our relations and loved ones somewhere, is it worth to live a life outside, just for job opportunities and earnings?". Could be "YES" for sometimes and "NO" for sometimes. But, it is painful when we lost some one whom we wish to meet once, when back to home :-(
Friday 9 July 2010
How dare are you to face Rapiscan?
Thanks to the recent try of a student (on december 25, 2009), to blew the aeroplane off in the air (from Amsterdam to USA), the Rapiscan took its place in airport security check.
To give an intro on Rapiscan, it is the latest scanner system installed in airports, which literally do a naked search on your body, completely. Though the government says that the authorities cannot see your face, a lay man (woman) like me will have doubts like "Do they store these images for any future use?", "How sure are they, that it won't be misused later?", etc...
Authorities are also human beings and so I don't want to believe 100% that they don't think of misusing at any cost. We have seen sick minded people everywhere, like keeping secret cameras in others bathroom or in public toilets, etc...
So is Rapiscan really a boon or curse? Yes, Safety is important, but is our privacy not more important?
I'm sure, I don't have an answer if any of you asks me, what other solutions I can provide for the safety of passengers flying. But then, as a common country woman, I don't like to be searched by a Rapiscan scanner, obviously. Now, seriously I hate to fly and afraid now itself, thinking about my fly for vacations :-(
To give an intro on Rapiscan, it is the latest scanner system installed in airports, which literally do a naked search on your body, completely. Though the government says that the authorities cannot see your face, a lay man (woman) like me will have doubts like "Do they store these images for any future use?", "How sure are they, that it won't be misused later?", etc...
Authorities are also human beings and so I don't want to believe 100% that they don't think of misusing at any cost. We have seen sick minded people everywhere, like keeping secret cameras in others bathroom or in public toilets, etc...
So is Rapiscan really a boon or curse? Yes, Safety is important, but is our privacy not more important?
I'm sure, I don't have an answer if any of you asks me, what other solutions I can provide for the safety of passengers flying. But then, as a common country woman, I don't like to be searched by a Rapiscan scanner, obviously. Now, seriously I hate to fly and afraid now itself, thinking about my fly for vacations :-(
A Breeze - Flowing through Heart,
My mind kindled the thoughts of my days as a kid and I'm struggling hard to come out of it.
Gone are those days, where summer vaccations were grand great get togethers used to happen. Uncle, Aunty, Cousins, Sisters, Brothers, Grandma, Grandpa (Periyamma, periyappa, chitti, chittappa, athai, maama, periyathaatha, chinnathaatha) and a lot more gathering in our native and celebrating the Amman Festival, visiting near by waterfalls and we kids always found in our coconut farm with the river on the side.
Now our kids know summer camp where swimming and dancing may be taught. Do they know the value of love and care we shared during our young age?
Gone are those days where we address even Periyappa's (Dad's elder brother) son as "Brother" and no one outside our family circle will know whether he is our own brother or cousin brother. Even my close friends were not aware that only two of them are my own brothers and the rest in the list were my cousin brothers until they attended my marriage, where my own brother was holding my husband's hand (as Mapillai thozhan which means Groom's friend of that day).
Now our kids address even the Periyappa (Badi Paapaa) as Dad's brother and not as their own Periyappa.
Gone are those days, where I thought I will remain young and will remain with the same loved people like my brothers, sisters, grandma and all others. But everything faded. I got detached from a old ring and got attached to a new ring. Though the new ring has its own values, I'm not able to come out of the memories of old ring and sometimes think, "Can't I get it back, atleast for few moments?"
Gone are those days, where summer vaccations were grand great get togethers used to happen. Uncle, Aunty, Cousins, Sisters, Brothers, Grandma, Grandpa (Periyamma, periyappa, chitti, chittappa, athai, maama, periyathaatha, chinnathaatha) and a lot more gathering in our native and celebrating the Amman Festival, visiting near by waterfalls and we kids always found in our coconut farm with the river on the side.
Now our kids know summer camp where swimming and dancing may be taught. Do they know the value of love and care we shared during our young age?
Gone are those days where we address even Periyappa's (Dad's elder brother) son as "Brother" and no one outside our family circle will know whether he is our own brother or cousin brother. Even my close friends were not aware that only two of them are my own brothers and the rest in the list were my cousin brothers until they attended my marriage, where my own brother was holding my husband's hand (as Mapillai thozhan which means Groom's friend of that day).
Now our kids address even the Periyappa (Badi Paapaa) as Dad's brother and not as their own Periyappa.
Gone are those days, where I thought I will remain young and will remain with the same loved people like my brothers, sisters, grandma and all others. But everything faded. I got detached from a old ring and got attached to a new ring. Though the new ring has its own values, I'm not able to come out of the memories of old ring and sometimes think, "Can't I get it back, atleast for few moments?"
There is nothing called "Free Money" to Earn.
Now a days, I often get to see advertisments or contents like "Free Money" or "Earn money for free". It is also the most commonly searched terms all over internet. Most people google for easy and free money. Those could be attractive words, making people fall for that. But those who have capacity to think even for a while, may not get deceived by such coloured words and get hooked.
No one gives money for FREE. There is no business exists in this world without looking for PROFIT. When someone wants to pay you, they will surely look what their benefits are. I don't blame them. Ofcourse, it is mutual give and get. But again, there is nothing free here. You work for their profit and they pay your share for the work done. Nothing is FREE here.
So, never look for words FREE or EASY when you want to earn something online. Instead check for their geniuness like do they really pay (for example, I am ready to tell anywhere with proofs that Digital Bhoomi paid my winning contest CASH prize without any fail so far and that too within a week time), what type of job they expect from you (because some use you as a SPAMMER and spoil your reputation).
Few points to keep in mind.
1. Don't join any site asking for money. They will cheat you.
2. Read their conditions before accepting.
3. Have a separate email id for using in such sites.
No one gives money for FREE. There is no business exists in this world without looking for PROFIT. When someone wants to pay you, they will surely look what their benefits are. I don't blame them. Ofcourse, it is mutual give and get. But again, there is nothing free here. You work for their profit and they pay your share for the work done. Nothing is FREE here.
So, never look for words FREE or EASY when you want to earn something online. Instead check for their geniuness like do they really pay (for example, I am ready to tell anywhere with proofs that Digital Bhoomi paid my winning contest CASH prize without any fail so far and that too within a week time), what type of job they expect from you (because some use you as a SPAMMER and spoil your reputation).
Few points to keep in mind.
1. Don't join any site asking for money. They will cheat you.
2. Read their conditions before accepting.
3. Have a separate email id for using in such sites.
No matter India or Switzerland, it is SAME everywhere.
My back is aching. I am doing the job of cleaning my apartment everyday, bit by bit as need to hand over it in few days. Don't imagine that I kept the house like a garbage and so now struggling to clean it. Why I am having tedious work is, because here in Switzerland, when you hand over an apartment, it should sparkle at each and every corner, literally. Otherwise, they will rip you off, your deposit, your savings and everything. If you fail to pay the fine, they will damage your reputation by complaining in the police as well as debt collecting office and there by spoil your entire future in Switzerland.
So, is there any law to save tenants? There are few, but a local owner can tackle everything nicely and easily. More over, a owner won't show his ugly face to his tenant if he/she is his own country person. They play all tricks only on foreign tenants and law here is slightly partial towards its people to save them, even if they are wrong.
So, what to say, even in a rich country, people find all cheap tricks to make money. So no need to tell about people in poor country, who longs to get some money in their pocket to buy something tonight. Go through this link to find how the agencies in Switzerland rip off people in the name of cleaniness and damage. Here, 99% of the houses are handled by agencies only.
I remember one of my house owner, who was too greedy and tried to take all our deposit money, back at Bangalore. The reason she told was "Need to paint the house, as it has lots of pencil mark". The funny thing was, it was just 2 months after my marriage (obviously no kid). She thought that we may give money without arguing much (as we are outsider according to her). But I stood strong and said "You gave the house without painting fresh. So we don't need to bear the cost. Also the pencil marks were made by the previous tenants kid, which you only shared at the time I took the house. So I am not ready to pay. If you wish, you can make a complaint on me". Then she shut her mouth and paid our deposit back (but still took a little).
The moral is, people everywhere are same. Just finding ways to make money out of others pockets. So my dear Indian friends, who often say dialogues like "Bloody India / Indians, behaving like beggars and trying to rip me off" and those who have the mind set as all WHITE people are too good and straight forward, just change your opinions. It is same everywhere :)
So, is there any law to save tenants? There are few, but a local owner can tackle everything nicely and easily. More over, a owner won't show his ugly face to his tenant if he/she is his own country person. They play all tricks only on foreign tenants and law here is slightly partial towards its people to save them, even if they are wrong.
So, what to say, even in a rich country, people find all cheap tricks to make money. So no need to tell about people in poor country, who longs to get some money in their pocket to buy something tonight. Go through this link to find how the agencies in Switzerland rip off people in the name of cleaniness and damage. Here, 99% of the houses are handled by agencies only.
I remember one of my house owner, who was too greedy and tried to take all our deposit money, back at Bangalore. The reason she told was "Need to paint the house, as it has lots of pencil mark". The funny thing was, it was just 2 months after my marriage (obviously no kid). She thought that we may give money without arguing much (as we are outsider according to her). But I stood strong and said "You gave the house without painting fresh. So we don't need to bear the cost. Also the pencil marks were made by the previous tenants kid, which you only shared at the time I took the house. So I am not ready to pay. If you wish, you can make a complaint on me". Then she shut her mouth and paid our deposit back (but still took a little).
The moral is, people everywhere are same. Just finding ways to make money out of others pockets. So my dear Indian friends, who often say dialogues like "Bloody India / Indians, behaving like beggars and trying to rip me off" and those who have the mind set as all WHITE people are too good and straight forward, just change your opinions. It is same everywhere :)
The cry that will never be answered.
Today morning, after my husband left to office, I entered into the Toilet. My son didn't get up until that, as he slept late previous night. His usual habit when he gets up is to call "Amma" as the first word. Immediately I need to go to him with my arms open and hug him. Then he will smile and give me a hug back and the day starts good. If I'm in a position not to rush immediately to his bed side, then at least I should say "Monu, amma coming dear". Then he will wait for a while. Else he will start crying as if he lost his mother forever.
Today morning, when I were in toilet, my son called "Amma". I responded back, but he didn't hear it. It was also dark (as winter started in Switzerland). So he started crying from his bottom calling "Amma", as if he got lost in a fair. It really pained me. So I rushed out to take him. I took and hugged him. He sobbed for a while. To divert him, I switched on the TV.
GOD, the first thing was, some bomb blast happened in Iraq and several people died. Kids, babies, toddlers are crying here and there. Not sure, whether their parents are alive or not. I felt a knife piercing through my heart, cutting it deep. I changed the channel and the next was showing last week news about Indonesia Tsunami, where lots of kids lost their parents. Again showed some babies crying. I really felt like shout and cry.
When my son cried, at least after few minutes, I were there to answer him. Who is going to answer those babies and their cries?
My two year old son don't know to eat on his own, don't know to dress on his own, don't know which is good or bad, will eat anything given by me or anyone even if it is poison. He is leading a happy life, because we (his parents) are there all the time, by his side. But what is stored in future to those babies, who turned orphan in one single night?
When I saw those kids face in TV, my mind even without my control replaced it with my son's face and brought tears in my eyes. My heart is heavy. Just to let it out, I'm sharing with you all. May GOD shower mercy on little kids, who know nothing, except their parents.
Today morning, when I were in toilet, my son called "Amma". I responded back, but he didn't hear it. It was also dark (as winter started in Switzerland). So he started crying from his bottom calling "Amma", as if he got lost in a fair. It really pained me. So I rushed out to take him. I took and hugged him. He sobbed for a while. To divert him, I switched on the TV.
GOD, the first thing was, some bomb blast happened in Iraq and several people died. Kids, babies, toddlers are crying here and there. Not sure, whether their parents are alive or not. I felt a knife piercing through my heart, cutting it deep. I changed the channel and the next was showing last week news about Indonesia Tsunami, where lots of kids lost their parents. Again showed some babies crying. I really felt like shout and cry.
When my son cried, at least after few minutes, I were there to answer him. Who is going to answer those babies and their cries?
My two year old son don't know to eat on his own, don't know to dress on his own, don't know which is good or bad, will eat anything given by me or anyone even if it is poison. He is leading a happy life, because we (his parents) are there all the time, by his side. But what is stored in future to those babies, who turned orphan in one single night?
When I saw those kids face in TV, my mind even without my control replaced it with my son's face and brought tears in my eyes. My heart is heavy. Just to let it out, I'm sharing with you all. May GOD shower mercy on little kids, who know nothing, except their parents.
Show offs in the flight at the cost of precious lives?
Still we are not recovered completely from the shock of the Air India Express accident at Mangalore, which costed almost all who travelled in it. Though the exact reason for the accident is not clear yet, one of the suspected reasons is "Some Passanger didn't switch of his / her mobile and that caused the problem in landing signal".
This could be true or not and I am not a techie to explain it to the deepth. But, the pilots and crews are not stupids to announce continously asking us to switch of electronic items, like mobile and laptop. But our people still thinks that they are more genius and comments like "Oh they have no other job except asking us to switch of mobile" and ignore the advices. This behaviour of ignoring advices is more among our INDIANS than any other nationals. They think it is a big shame to obey the words of crews.
Two days before, when I travelled by Emirates airlines from Calicut, I felt both angry and laughing with pity on those show off co-passangers.
The first show off starts with the avoidance of "Fasten your Seat Belt" advice. Only in the flights starting from India (or Asia), the air hostess comes from seat to seat, checking whether everyone had fastened their seat belts. I didn't see this practice when I flew from Europe. I literally laughed when the air hostess yelled with respect at a passanger, "Sir, SIT DOWN please. Should not go for a walk when seat belt sign is ON". Our people still needs a "School going Kid" kind of treatments. Exactly a month ago, the same Emirates (from Dubai to Kochi) got into an air pocket (when was above GOA) and had a sudden attitude fall. People who didn't had their seat belts were thrown in the air and got hit in the roof of the flight. But those who had didn't have any injuries. Hope the rest learnt a lesson on that day.
The second show off is with the mobile phones. Once when they board into the flight, they start giving LIVE commentary to their relatives outside the airport or those at home.
"Oh yes yes. Just now kept my luggage above and going to sit in my seat" and so on and on. The one who already switched off the mobile because of the crews announcement, gets tempted now to show that he too owns a mobile. So switches on again and starts the LIVE commentary of his own. Above all, I felt slapping a man, who exactly switched on his mobile when the flight was about to land and started talking "Yes, yes, going to touch the ground... Yes now touched the ground... When did you reach home from airport? Did the kids cry after I left", etc... The show off is more, if the passanger owns costly mobiles like APPLE or BLACKBERRY.
Oh come on, how much it would cost, if you talk the same matters, after few mins, after the safe landing of the flight or after disembarking the flight?
Don't risk your life and put others too in danger. We have so much dreams to live and enjoy. Don't burn it off with your stupid show offs. Obey rules.
This could be true or not and I am not a techie to explain it to the deepth. But, the pilots and crews are not stupids to announce continously asking us to switch of electronic items, like mobile and laptop. But our people still thinks that they are more genius and comments like "Oh they have no other job except asking us to switch of mobile" and ignore the advices. This behaviour of ignoring advices is more among our INDIANS than any other nationals. They think it is a big shame to obey the words of crews.
Two days before, when I travelled by Emirates airlines from Calicut, I felt both angry and laughing with pity on those show off co-passangers.
The first show off starts with the avoidance of "Fasten your Seat Belt" advice. Only in the flights starting from India (or Asia), the air hostess comes from seat to seat, checking whether everyone had fastened their seat belts. I didn't see this practice when I flew from Europe. I literally laughed when the air hostess yelled with respect at a passanger, "Sir, SIT DOWN please. Should not go for a walk when seat belt sign is ON". Our people still needs a "School going Kid" kind of treatments. Exactly a month ago, the same Emirates (from Dubai to Kochi) got into an air pocket (when was above GOA) and had a sudden attitude fall. People who didn't had their seat belts were thrown in the air and got hit in the roof of the flight. But those who had didn't have any injuries. Hope the rest learnt a lesson on that day.
The second show off is with the mobile phones. Once when they board into the flight, they start giving LIVE commentary to their relatives outside the airport or those at home.
"Oh yes yes. Just now kept my luggage above and going to sit in my seat" and so on and on. The one who already switched off the mobile because of the crews announcement, gets tempted now to show that he too owns a mobile. So switches on again and starts the LIVE commentary of his own. Above all, I felt slapping a man, who exactly switched on his mobile when the flight was about to land and started talking "Yes, yes, going to touch the ground... Yes now touched the ground... When did you reach home from airport? Did the kids cry after I left", etc... The show off is more, if the passanger owns costly mobiles like APPLE or BLACKBERRY.
Oh come on, how much it would cost, if you talk the same matters, after few mins, after the safe landing of the flight or after disembarking the flight?
Don't risk your life and put others too in danger. We have so much dreams to live and enjoy. Don't burn it off with your stupid show offs. Obey rules.
Don't make me feel odd, old and mad .
Few years back, when I were working in Bangalore, I was exactly 24 years old. I used to travel back and forth to office by public transport (bus). During that, many school and college girls used to travel along with us. Funnily, almost all of them (the college girls, who were around 20 - 21 years of age) used to call me (and most others who are travelling for work) as "AUNTY". I used to think "Oh come on. I just completed my college last year and how I turned aunty to you?". But then, I never went for any explanation, as I didn't care much about it.
But now, the real irritation happened when were in India. A lady who is a year elder to me called me "AUNTY", just because she is still unmarried and I have a 3 years old son (Now, few of you may be scratching your head, how I know she is elder than me. FYI, she is one of my relatives distant relative).
I really felt odd and mad, but didn't know how to react to such a stupid onea nd my relative said, she does this often to make sure she is still younger than all.
One of my friend got married when we were in 10th grade (which means, she was just 16 years old at that time) and had a baby at her age of 17 itself. Now she has a 13 years old boy. Thankfully, this lady didn't get a chance to meet my friend. Else, she might have called her "Grand ma". Give me a break.
This topic may look funny and ofcourse it is. But sometimes, it relates with our emotions too. With days fleeing off, mind and physic getting tired every now and then, such words like "Aunty", really drives me crazy. But I really enjoy when small tender kids walking on the road sides to schools, call me "Aunty" :-)
But now, the real irritation happened when were in India. A lady who is a year elder to me called me "AUNTY", just because she is still unmarried and I have a 3 years old son (Now, few of you may be scratching your head, how I know she is elder than me. FYI, she is one of my relatives distant relative).
I really felt odd and mad, but didn't know how to react to such a stupid onea nd my relative said, she does this often to make sure she is still younger than all.
One of my friend got married when we were in 10th grade (which means, she was just 16 years old at that time) and had a baby at her age of 17 itself. Now she has a 13 years old boy. Thankfully, this lady didn't get a chance to meet my friend. Else, she might have called her "Grand ma". Give me a break.
This topic may look funny and ofcourse it is. But sometimes, it relates with our emotions too. With days fleeing off, mind and physic getting tired every now and then, such words like "Aunty", really drives me crazy. But I really enjoy when small tender kids walking on the road sides to schools, call me "Aunty" :-)
Is the law so mean and cruel to poor people?
Few days before, I read a news in NDTV website, where they had the stories of two families turned orphan because of rash driving.
One was done by the son of some top congressman (officially the richest person in congress it seems). Because of his drunk and drive, three kids turned orphan by giving their mom to death. The four years old Preethi, turned the head of the family, taking care of her other two siblings who are just 2 and 1 year old now.
http://www.ndtv.com/news/cities/your...609.php?u=1426
The other accident was done by the wife of a colonel who did a rash driving while returning from her drinks party and killed an auto driver (sole bread winner of the family), turning his family consisting of a wife and 5 daughters into orphan.
http://www.ndtv.com/news/cities/8-ch...vers-30838.php
But the more worst thing is that the capital punishment for these people for drunk and drive, leading to others death would be a maximum of 2 years jail, if they are convicted. Those rich, reckless idiots are going to enjoy their life after that, where as these poors, who lost their loved and caring ones are going to suffer for their entire life for the sin they didn't contribute. How those young kids will grow up in this worst world without any one to take care of them?
Does the Indian law lend its hand to help its poorest citizen or is it made only for people with money? Already those super heroes are out in bail. Even if convicted, they can pay money as penality and escape from the jail punishment. So, what they have to care about? They can even pay in advance for their future accidents too. Our law and government has no time to care for their poor citizen. Our Prime Minister is busy sending mangoes to Pakistan and law is busy building fence to protect the rich, richer and richest.
Even if we drive on the right side, the fate may draw us to the wrong one. When were in India for a month's vacation, we thanked GOD for saving our life from those reckless drivers, who never bothered about any others like drivers, pedastrians, kids or any living thing of this world. No one including law is going to help us.
One was done by the son of some top congressman (officially the richest person in congress it seems). Because of his drunk and drive, three kids turned orphan by giving their mom to death. The four years old Preethi, turned the head of the family, taking care of her other two siblings who are just 2 and 1 year old now.
http://www.ndtv.com/news/cities/your...609.php?u=1426
The other accident was done by the wife of a colonel who did a rash driving while returning from her drinks party and killed an auto driver (sole bread winner of the family), turning his family consisting of a wife and 5 daughters into orphan.
http://www.ndtv.com/news/cities/8-ch...vers-30838.php
But the more worst thing is that the capital punishment for these people for drunk and drive, leading to others death would be a maximum of 2 years jail, if they are convicted. Those rich, reckless idiots are going to enjoy their life after that, where as these poors, who lost their loved and caring ones are going to suffer for their entire life for the sin they didn't contribute. How those young kids will grow up in this worst world without any one to take care of them?
Does the Indian law lend its hand to help its poorest citizen or is it made only for people with money? Already those super heroes are out in bail. Even if convicted, they can pay money as penality and escape from the jail punishment. So, what they have to care about? They can even pay in advance for their future accidents too. Our law and government has no time to care for their poor citizen. Our Prime Minister is busy sending mangoes to Pakistan and law is busy building fence to protect the rich, richer and richest.
Even if we drive on the right side, the fate may draw us to the wrong one. When were in India for a month's vacation, we thanked GOD for saving our life from those reckless drivers, who never bothered about any others like drivers, pedastrians, kids or any living thing of this world. No one including law is going to help us.
Are we taking our kids on the right path?
Once a teacher in a nursery school taught her students "A for Apple, B for Ball, C for Cat, etc..." Next day, she tried to check the kids... She asked the first student "A for?" and the kid replied "Apple"... She was happy and so gave an apple as gift to that student.... Then asked the next student "B for?"... This kid too wanted an apple as gift... So it replied "B for Big Apple"....
What a great creative thinking, right? But what the teacher did? She said, it is wrong and asked the kid "Don't you remember what I taught you?".... The bud is crushed at the starting stage itself... Will this kid try to think on its own any more? It will just mug up what the teacher says, and never going to think creatively....
This is what happens in most schools of India, where we lack creative thinking and instead doing spoon feeding... That is why most of the Indian students always need some one in the back to kindle them, as they are used to that....
A change is needed in the basics of school teaching, which was once created by British rulers to create clerks to work for them... Let India shine with creative thinkers in future.
What a great creative thinking, right? But what the teacher did? She said, it is wrong and asked the kid "Don't you remember what I taught you?".... The bud is crushed at the starting stage itself... Will this kid try to think on its own any more? It will just mug up what the teacher says, and never going to think creatively....
This is what happens in most schools of India, where we lack creative thinking and instead doing spoon feeding... That is why most of the Indian students always need some one in the back to kindle them, as they are used to that....
A change is needed in the basics of school teaching, which was once created by British rulers to create clerks to work for them... Let India shine with creative thinkers in future.
The First Separation.
Separation, though a word of pain, is not true always. Sometimes it is a mixed feeling of joy and pain. When a daughter gets married, what the parents have is a separation, which is a pain and joy feeling. So, what I had last week is more or less the same type.
Yes, I left my son in school for the first time. He is just 2.3years old. I used to take him to play schools where mothers can sit and chat with snacks and tea and kids can play around. But last week I took him to a playschool where we have to leave our kids and come back to home.
It is an excellent school with proven track records. They handle kids from 1year old to 5 years old. So there is nothing to worry. Also it is just for 3.5 hours only, that too once or twice in a week. Lots of my friends kids are going there for long time. So, with confidence I took him there.
When the time to leave him there and come back came, I felt something rising from my stomach and travelling towards my throat. But I didn't show anything at that place. I told my son "Amma will come after buying few things for him". Since he was already busy with the toys and new friends there, he waved his hand saying "BYE" happily.
I stepped out of the school. That moment, I cannot forget in my life. I felt the first separation from my son. From his birth to till that moment, I got separated from him only when I go to take bath or toilet. When I reached the tram stop, I felt tears trying to break out. To avoid others watching me, I went to a corner and called my husband in mobile. I told him about what I felt. He laughed and said "Soon days will come, when you ask for schools on saturdays and sundays".
The tram came. I got completely broken down. I ran to a back corner seat. I'm always used to get into the compartment where strollers are allowed. But today, I felt empty handed and empty hearted. When I entered home, I felt the emptiness and loneliness in each and every portion.
Though I know very well about the school, the mind of the mother didn't allow me to sit peacefully. I kept thinking of my son. Will they care him? Will they feed him? Will they change him if he poops? Will any other kids trouble him? Will he cry searching for me? Lots and lots of questions occupied my mind. Though my brain said "Everything is alright", my heart was not ready to listen to anything. I felt restless.
I started early to bring him back home. I nearly ran to the school. When I reached there, the very first sight of my son brought peace and happiness inside me. I rushed towards him, calling his name.
But friends, guess what happened? He gave me a casual look and said "Amma, car", pointing to the car he was holding. Hmmm, boys are always boys :)
But when the teacher told that he searched for me few times and was about cry (but then got distracted by them), I felt "GOD, my son too felt the separation?"
Yes, I left my son in school for the first time. He is just 2.3years old. I used to take him to play schools where mothers can sit and chat with snacks and tea and kids can play around. But last week I took him to a playschool where we have to leave our kids and come back to home.
It is an excellent school with proven track records. They handle kids from 1year old to 5 years old. So there is nothing to worry. Also it is just for 3.5 hours only, that too once or twice in a week. Lots of my friends kids are going there for long time. So, with confidence I took him there.
When the time to leave him there and come back came, I felt something rising from my stomach and travelling towards my throat. But I didn't show anything at that place. I told my son "Amma will come after buying few things for him". Since he was already busy with the toys and new friends there, he waved his hand saying "BYE" happily.
I stepped out of the school. That moment, I cannot forget in my life. I felt the first separation from my son. From his birth to till that moment, I got separated from him only when I go to take bath or toilet. When I reached the tram stop, I felt tears trying to break out. To avoid others watching me, I went to a corner and called my husband in mobile. I told him about what I felt. He laughed and said "Soon days will come, when you ask for schools on saturdays and sundays".
The tram came. I got completely broken down. I ran to a back corner seat. I'm always used to get into the compartment where strollers are allowed. But today, I felt empty handed and empty hearted. When I entered home, I felt the emptiness and loneliness in each and every portion.
Though I know very well about the school, the mind of the mother didn't allow me to sit peacefully. I kept thinking of my son. Will they care him? Will they feed him? Will they change him if he poops? Will any other kids trouble him? Will he cry searching for me? Lots and lots of questions occupied my mind. Though my brain said "Everything is alright", my heart was not ready to listen to anything. I felt restless.
I started early to bring him back home. I nearly ran to the school. When I reached there, the very first sight of my son brought peace and happiness inside me. I rushed towards him, calling his name.
But friends, guess what happened? He gave me a casual look and said "Amma, car", pointing to the car he was holding. Hmmm, boys are always boys :)
But when the teacher told that he searched for me few times and was about cry (but then got distracted by them), I felt "GOD, my son too felt the separation?"
Parenting - Not that easy.
Parenting is like walking on a rope tied between two mountains. One should be very careful or else, may end with something unexpected.
My son started asking me questions, which sometimes leave me dump. He is just 2.8 years old and not started speaking very clearly. But still, he gives me all challenges of parenting and turned into my Guru, teaching me the real meaning of parenting life.
Few days before he asked me, "Amma, why dogs and cats speak in TV (he watches Scooby and Garfield), but barks and bites when seen outside". I told him, cartoons are just for fun and should not be believed blindly.
But I'm dame sure that my explanation was too poor for a kid of just 2.8 years to understand and of course he was not convienced completely. He was not able to put in words "why TV is not showing real things then", but I understood that he wanted to ask this question by his expressions.
My son loves to sit in water (bath tub) for hours together. Even in this winter, he sits in bath tub atleast for 30 mins before giving bath. Every morning, as soon as his father leaves to office, he starts pulling me towards bathroom to make him sit in the bath tub. Today I refused showing him the snow outside and said "You know it is snowing now and so the water is too cold".
He said nothing and I got involved in my cooking. After sometime, he sat on his potty and took all effort to poop a little. He knows that I'll surely wash him everytime when he poop. Without remembering the words I told him sometime before, I took him to bath tub and started washing. He screamed in Malayalam "Amma liar. Water is not cold". I turned dump again.
Yesterday all of a sudden he came running to me, showed his private part and asked what it is. Though shocked, I managed and said "It is for doing suuushuuu". He just noded his head and left, giving me a sighhh with peace.
But now I'm literally scared, with no clue when and from where he will shoot questions at me. I need to keep myself prepared always to tackle him properly. I don't want to look like a lier or useless dump again.
My son started asking me questions, which sometimes leave me dump. He is just 2.8 years old and not started speaking very clearly. But still, he gives me all challenges of parenting and turned into my Guru, teaching me the real meaning of parenting life.
Few days before he asked me, "Amma, why dogs and cats speak in TV (he watches Scooby and Garfield), but barks and bites when seen outside". I told him, cartoons are just for fun and should not be believed blindly.
But I'm dame sure that my explanation was too poor for a kid of just 2.8 years to understand and of course he was not convienced completely. He was not able to put in words "why TV is not showing real things then", but I understood that he wanted to ask this question by his expressions.
My son loves to sit in water (bath tub) for hours together. Even in this winter, he sits in bath tub atleast for 30 mins before giving bath. Every morning, as soon as his father leaves to office, he starts pulling me towards bathroom to make him sit in the bath tub. Today I refused showing him the snow outside and said "You know it is snowing now and so the water is too cold".
He said nothing and I got involved in my cooking. After sometime, he sat on his potty and took all effort to poop a little. He knows that I'll surely wash him everytime when he poop. Without remembering the words I told him sometime before, I took him to bath tub and started washing. He screamed in Malayalam "Amma liar. Water is not cold". I turned dump again.
Yesterday all of a sudden he came running to me, showed his private part and asked what it is. Though shocked, I managed and said "It is for doing suuushuuu". He just noded his head and left, giving me a sighhh with peace.
But now I'm literally scared, with no clue when and from where he will shoot questions at me. I need to keep myself prepared always to tackle him properly. I don't want to look like a lier or useless dump again.
Never Mess Up With Your Kids.
My son has the habit of questioning a lot (though he never pays much attention to my effort of explaining him about the things he questioned). Sometimes his questioning sessions go beyond a limit that I feel irritated.
Yesterday I was cutting vegetables for preparing dinner. He sat next to me and started asking questions like "what is this?", showing each and every vegetables (though he knew the names of most of the vegetables already). He was asking again and again the names of the same vegetables. I got so irrritated (already bored with cooking), and so started saying wrong answers. When he showed tomato and asked what it was, I replied "It's an apple", etc... He patiently waited for a while thinking I may start giving right answers. But I continued saying wrong replies.
Finally he shouted "Amma, what you said are all wrong. This is not an apple, this is a tomato". I said "So, you know the right answers. Then why are you asking me?".
Here came the answer. The mind blowing answer. "Even you know everything. But then why are you asking me questions always and want me to repeat whatever you said".
Ahhhhhawwwwwww... Yes, yes. I am helping my dropped jaws to get back to position. Lesson learnt. Never mess up with your kid.
Yesterday I was cutting vegetables for preparing dinner. He sat next to me and started asking questions like "what is this?", showing each and every vegetables (though he knew the names of most of the vegetables already). He was asking again and again the names of the same vegetables. I got so irrritated (already bored with cooking), and so started saying wrong answers. When he showed tomato and asked what it was, I replied "It's an apple", etc... He patiently waited for a while thinking I may start giving right answers. But I continued saying wrong replies.
Finally he shouted "Amma, what you said are all wrong. This is not an apple, this is a tomato". I said "So, you know the right answers. Then why are you asking me?".
Here came the answer. The mind blowing answer. "Even you know everything. But then why are you asking me questions always and want me to repeat whatever you said".
Ahhhhhawwwwwww... Yes, yes. I am helping my dropped jaws to get back to position. Lesson learnt. Never mess up with your kid.
Learn from your kids, the lovely teachers of this world.
Now a days, I watch my son keenly and I feel I am back to the world of learning. I have learned a lot and yet left with a lot to learn from him. We adults think that once when we are out of our school/college, we are much educated and have nothing left out to learn, but just to update the knowledge to cope up with the changing jobs and situations. But it is a big NO. We are still in the learning phase. The very basic level of learning LIFE.
Ego (End of Good, Old friendships?)
How long it will take for you to come out of the situation, once if you had a petty fight/issue with your close friend? May be hours, days or weeks? Sometimes you might have closed that chapter itself saying "She / He is no more my friend". Or sometimes you may continue the friendship, but not with the old "Thick" essence.
Have you ever noticed the innocent kids keeping their ego in their way of friendship? Those petty fights are matters of those moments to them. They don't carry forward it for future investments. Could be the secret of their happiness ever? Forgiving is human nature. Forgetting is God's nature. Kids are human Gods, right?
A world of relatives
How many of you watch yourself when you are in a bus or train? Have you ever realised that your face looks like a pumpking without a smile in it, before saying the other person sitting next to you has a serious look?
Being abroad, the most common thing I see is "Meeting" people from our own country. Though we know the person sitting opposite to us also belongs to our nation, we rarely smile, unless situation occurs to make us say a HI to each other. In the very beginning, I used to smile and greet whom ever I met and when the response was "Oh, who the heck you are?", I reduced it now a days. I just keep a little ray of smile always in the face and make it broad only if I feel the same little ray in the others face.
When I took my son to school for the very first time, two little tenders ran near to my son and smiled, asked his name and offered to play with him. He happily ran with them. I stood there for a while, wondering how quick they make friendship and feel this entire world as their relatives.
Appreciating with whole heart
Do you have the habit of appreciating others when you find something good in them, whether it is a habit or whether it is a dress of them? The answer would be YES, if the other is your close friend or relative. But how many YES will be heard if I put the question as "Do you appreciate a stranger?". Generally it is taken as a bad manner if you go and say "Your saree looks nice" or "You did a good job of helping that old man" to a stranger. But there is no such fence in the kids world.
I loved the way a little gal told my son "Your car looks so nice and colorful. Can I see that?". Oh yes, they both played happily till the end of the train journey. Happiness lies in small words. Why not share those tiny words and brighten others life?
Everything is new
Do you enjoy the same old rain as if it is new? Do you enjoy the everyday train journey to office and take it as a new one every time, taking it as a entire new experience? Or do you complain about your boring daily routines? Time to learn from the kid.
I take my son to the school daily, a same routine. Walk to the tram stop, take a tram, walk to the school and leave him there. Again pick back after few hours. I didn't feel anything new. But now wondering how many things I missed, after watching my son. He showed me a flower on the way to school and told me that it was not there yesterday. I was amazed, how he noticed it. Yes, that flower pot was a new one, kept in that house, which was empty the previous day. I too noticed it, but it didn't strike my head and flow to my heart. I didn't took the effort of enjoying the changes of this world or even time to notice.
Now I too love everyday routine of going to school. My son teaches and shows me something new everyday. We love singing rhymes, clapping hands and running in the road side to school. We take time to watch the singing birds, flowers on road sides, new faces in the tram, new posters inside the tram. I feel light now a days, as I am turning as a kid to enjoy this LIFE.
Ego (End of Good, Old friendships?)
How long it will take for you to come out of the situation, once if you had a petty fight/issue with your close friend? May be hours, days or weeks? Sometimes you might have closed that chapter itself saying "She / He is no more my friend". Or sometimes you may continue the friendship, but not with the old "Thick" essence.
Have you ever noticed the innocent kids keeping their ego in their way of friendship? Those petty fights are matters of those moments to them. They don't carry forward it for future investments. Could be the secret of their happiness ever? Forgiving is human nature. Forgetting is God's nature. Kids are human Gods, right?
A world of relatives
How many of you watch yourself when you are in a bus or train? Have you ever realised that your face looks like a pumpking without a smile in it, before saying the other person sitting next to you has a serious look?
Being abroad, the most common thing I see is "Meeting" people from our own country. Though we know the person sitting opposite to us also belongs to our nation, we rarely smile, unless situation occurs to make us say a HI to each other. In the very beginning, I used to smile and greet whom ever I met and when the response was "Oh, who the heck you are?", I reduced it now a days. I just keep a little ray of smile always in the face and make it broad only if I feel the same little ray in the others face.
When I took my son to school for the very first time, two little tenders ran near to my son and smiled, asked his name and offered to play with him. He happily ran with them. I stood there for a while, wondering how quick they make friendship and feel this entire world as their relatives.
Appreciating with whole heart
Do you have the habit of appreciating others when you find something good in them, whether it is a habit or whether it is a dress of them? The answer would be YES, if the other is your close friend or relative. But how many YES will be heard if I put the question as "Do you appreciate a stranger?". Generally it is taken as a bad manner if you go and say "Your saree looks nice" or "You did a good job of helping that old man" to a stranger. But there is no such fence in the kids world.
I loved the way a little gal told my son "Your car looks so nice and colorful. Can I see that?". Oh yes, they both played happily till the end of the train journey. Happiness lies in small words. Why not share those tiny words and brighten others life?
Everything is new
Do you enjoy the same old rain as if it is new? Do you enjoy the everyday train journey to office and take it as a new one every time, taking it as a entire new experience? Or do you complain about your boring daily routines? Time to learn from the kid.
I take my son to the school daily, a same routine. Walk to the tram stop, take a tram, walk to the school and leave him there. Again pick back after few hours. I didn't feel anything new. But now wondering how many things I missed, after watching my son. He showed me a flower on the way to school and told me that it was not there yesterday. I was amazed, how he noticed it. Yes, that flower pot was a new one, kept in that house, which was empty the previous day. I too noticed it, but it didn't strike my head and flow to my heart. I didn't took the effort of enjoying the changes of this world or even time to notice.
Now I too love everyday routine of going to school. My son teaches and shows me something new everyday. We love singing rhymes, clapping hands and running in the road side to school. We take time to watch the singing birds, flowers on road sides, new faces in the tram, new posters inside the tram. I feel light now a days, as I am turning as a kid to enjoy this LIFE.
The pleasure of chit chat
Most of the blogs will have a theme and a flow. They are like the discipline students sitting in the front row of a classroom. Though the last row students are known as useless in the dictionary of the class teacher, the fun and mischievious act has its own charm and pleasure. Yes, my blog is one such pleasure of writing without a discipline.
I don't have a theme to write. I don't have one specific matter to discuss. But I have lots of things to share, just like a chit chat with a friend. I feel happy and comfort when I talk about the recently purchased saree with a friend, than discussing the rocket science with a scholar.
To start with, I am resharing here few of my writings from various forums. So, are you ready to have a chit chat with me?
I don't have a theme to write. I don't have one specific matter to discuss. But I have lots of things to share, just like a chit chat with a friend. I feel happy and comfort when I talk about the recently purchased saree with a friend, than discussing the rocket science with a scholar.
To start with, I am resharing here few of my writings from various forums. So, are you ready to have a chit chat with me?
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