Friday 28 December, 2012

What on the APOCALYPE drama?


 Mayan Calendar was a nightmare for me until the 21st of this month. Pal, it never takes its turn at me in future. I hope...I swear...Seriously...Whatever...Colleges at my work place kept on alarming me on this for at least a week and the melodrama took a reverse turn at them starting 9 AM Date: 22/12/2012.

One would jump in saying, "The birds are restless. They never settle over trees for the pat two hours. Probably a disaster is on its way." - with a tricky smile hiding somewhere in his serious face. I feel my stomach touching my heart and then settling slowly. Honestly, will any one wish to die when they are away from their loved ones. I would immediately spread around my imagination feathers and wonder how it would be if there was a tremor right then and the building collapses. How could I run so fast, and after all I am working in the fourth floor. Before recovering from this "fantasy+stupid" imagination of mine, will someone else continue warning me with a LONG LONG LONGEST face ever, "The weather is exactly the same how we experienced on the day and the day before the "2004 Tsunami". My imagination again travels far of, imagining my hand being the only part of my body visible over mother earth, leaving the rest below sea sand. My hand which is out seeking restlessly for help. Then I recover. Shit! What am I doing? There comes yet another with message, and this time my "INNER SOUR-CONSCIENCE". The girl asks me, "Are you a kid or a teenager to get lost into imaginations and fear? After all you are a professional."

Yes, at times we behave like kids. We fear death even at the age of 100. The reason is the desire in us to live to achieve the unachievable.

And BOOM! 21, 22, 23, 24....all passed away peacefully, calmer than ever. And today its 28th of December 2012. Am Alive! No Mayan OR office college is mightier than GOD Almighty.


wonder is our birth, as a child, as a parent, as a guide, and finally as a memory

Friday 24 February, 2012

Amma Neha...amma...

This is what I keep repeating to Neha nowadays. And when she is terribly sad, starts to sob....mmmaaaa....how sweet. Her activities have reached the peak and I am unable to control or prevent her from doing or tasting the don'ts. After all its an experience that I love to treasure.

wonder is our birth, as a child, as a parent, as a guide, and finally as a memory

Wednesday 4 January, 2012

Poverty stricken


 
Everyday we see people on our roadside, asking for alms. We name label them, beggars. Lets not do so. You know, they could have a heavier bank balance than us. Beware. Have you heard of beggars (sorry…people asking for alms…okay lets call them 'rich beggars') from metropolitan cities like Delhi and Mumbai. Each of them will have hefty wealth. They have changed the concept of begging. Begging has become a good profession now. Our government can not help to eradicate unemployment problem. But begging is a profession which does not require any investment, bribe, or recommendation. It is a very suitable profession which fetches good income with out any labor or pain. This is one business where the turnover is all profit. You will see more beggars in the days ahead. Introspect yourself, have you ever inquired any beggar, the reason for his begging. It sounds silly but is the need of the hour. Until we do it, this will continue and is considered normal sector of the society.  

 But I was about to speak about the real beggars. The reallll beggars…Most of them emerge out of calamities and natural disasters. We grumble whenever there is heavy rain continuously for two days or when we have to go out shopping round at one in the afternoon. Can we imagine ourselves in a condition, begging for some food or clothing? No wonder this will happen to us at the wink of an eye, if nature is not happy with us. There are people who are physically challenged and are really not capable of doing work. They deserve our sympathy, sympathy in the sense, not allowing to beg them by the roadside and contributing five rupees from our pocket. They should be moved to rehabilitation centers, rather burn in the sun and curse the almighty. We have seen beauty guru's in You Tube channel and televisions, discussing very keenly on their new set of eye shades, lip glosses, hair sprays, nail polishes, new designs of torn dresses entering the market and what not. Make-up caked faces and brightly dressed ladies are always delight to our eyes. But it should never exceed the limit. I know of ladies who buy debts just to purchase make-up stuffs. Please think of the poor and the needy who lost their loved ones and belongings in natural disasters when you fill your wardrobe with stuffs. much more than what is essential. This is my personal opinion and nothing against anyone.

wonder is our birth, as a child, as a parent, as a guide, and finally as a memory

attention ladies...shopping malls in Chennai

Spencer Plaza:
                                      


The City Center :


Sky Walk:


 
Alsa Mall:
 
Fountain Plaza:




Hameedia Shopping Mall:
 


Prince Plaza:
 


Wellington Plaza:
 


Abirami Mall:
 
wonder is our birth, as a child, as a parent, as a guide, and finally as a memory