Copying in Exam

Friends

This is a new variety. A platform to share your memorable moments. Read the story and start rewinding your life too.

No one can deny if I say that school days are the best part in anyone’s life. They are the golden period where each moment was cherished and gave many lessons of life.

I hate copying in exams. I usually ask the answer directly and would write. I won’t look at papers. But I loved to help my friends. I used to show them my answer sheet and would tell them the answer if they cannot see my paper. You see I've always been a sweet heart :-)

My elder sister ‘P’ is opposite to me. She won’t look into others papers and she won’t let others to look at hers. She won’t help them too. In my school, from class 6^th to 10^th would write exams in a big hall. Once it happened that one of my sisters ‘R’ was sitting in front of me and the other ‘P’ (whom I mentioned before) was behind me. They both were studying same class. I completed my exam soon and was checking the paper again. I noticed that ‘R’ was thinking so much and seemed helpless. Me- Kind creature on earth- asked her what was that she needed.

Immediately she showed me Part- C in question paper. I couldn't see what was that. We exchanged question papers. It was a proverb translation. That proverb was beyond my ken but somehow my angel instinct told me to help her out. I knew about ‘P’. She won’t show the answer nor would she tell that. I acted very casually that I turned to her and smiled. She gave a moment’s smile and continued writing. I peeped at her paper to see the answer. But I couldn't.  She was writing an essay it seems and question paper was kept aside for a while. I casually took the question paper as if I am keen to read the senior’s question paper. She did not utter a word.

Uh… slowly I surfed through that paper (acted like surfing) and once I came to Part-C , I asked her the translation in a nonchalant manner. She gave a fierce look and said “Don’t try to act smart. She(R) asked you for the answer uh? If not, I’ll tell you after the exam. It is not that important as you should know the translation now. Give me the question paper or else I’ll complain to the teacher. Mind it!!”

I was caught. Perhaps I lack acting skills. Enakku nadikka theriyadhunga :-P

Without revealing the pain of getting caught I gave the question paper and I did not turn back till the bell rang. She is such a unique piece my mind voice uttered. I couldn't help R that day.

I cannot end this post without sharing another incident which I heard from a friend of mine. My friend was in the exam hall. Board Exams – that was geography. While marking the places in map he got confused as where to mark Mumbai. He immensely tried to recall his memory but it was vain. He badly wanted to score full marks in Map as that was the last hope for him to get pass marks in the subject. He tried copying but he failed in that attempt too. Overcoming his inhibition, he just called the boy sitting beside him and asked “hey! Tell me soon -Where is Mumbai?” The other boy was fully tensed as he had only few minutes left to hand over the answer sheets. He was irked when my friend questioned him in the eleventh hour. He replied with a tone of anger “ Enna? Mumbai ah? India la dhaan ya  irukku” (Translation: What? Mumbai uh? It is in India only man) and continued his writing.

My friend readily took the map to mark and barely realized the reply he got from that boy.

Bell rang by the time he realized and paper was handed over with an India Map-without Mumbai.

Even today he remembers that boy and cannot forget his reply at that peak moment.

Is there any memorable incident relating to ‘copying’ in your life? If so feel free to share in this Blog. I would love to read yours.

A Poem

Hi all...
A Sweeeeet friend of mine has written a poem on  friendship. She dedicated it to us. I loved it. Entire day i thought of hugging it and having it for myself. I treasured it so much. Later, I wanted my readers to know the talent that my friend possessed. 

A SMALL DEDICATION TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FRIENDS

VAKEE, SHARADA, SHWETHA

Here comes the life of PIs

For we are undefinable and endless

And also what we share between us

As u can guess the magic called "FRIENDSHIP"

But our magic wand wields something more...

Whys? and Hows? are unanswerable

Because we are not questionable

For what happened unknowingly

Perhaps the most beautiful things in life

Happens very silently..

Music of life we sing it together

We are the seventh taste, seventh sense

And eighth note of every song

Love that flowers every time

Tells that we are a lovely garden

From single seed

Bloom, blossom, beauty

That is all u can see

Because spring is the only season we have..

Craziness is enjoyed

Laziness is respected

Coziness is treasured

Everything is shared

Profoundly cared

Eyes that never get tired

Of looking each other

Ears that never get waned

Of hearing the much heard stories

Mouth that dare not stop

Talking new topic every minute...

Battling under the rugs

Sleep is a nightmare for us

Still we do have a biological clock

That sleeps early morning

And wakes in afternoon...

Secrets are open to us and close to others

Roads are measured Length and breadth

Food is shared many times robbed

We can never starve

As we fill (hurt) ours and others stomach

With giggles and guffaws...

The bond that ties us together

Is rooted with our families

Mellow and sweetness witnessed everywhere

Evinces that we are blessed and wished

To be like this always..

LIFE is a LIE without these Friends

This very blood runs everywhere

Pumping and circulating life

Within and around us

Holding all of us together

WE ARE FRIENDS FOREVER.......

I dedicate this post to her. Love You Sowmya. Best Part of her poem is she has admired the friendship of 3 friends. She has observed so much and poured her thoughts as a Cute poem. I love her attitude! Kudos ! 

Friends please note the first line is not Pals.. it is life of pi in plural-life of PIs

Wish we were kids forever

Hi all…

It has now become a routine to write blog. And I love to stay connected with all my blog readers . Thus whenever I find some time I would love to devote that time to my blog.

Weekend passed very swiftly that we are back to MOANDAY :-P

Saturday I attended an annual day celebration of one of my cousins. He acted as a Santa in a Dance. He was dressed beautiful. Around 10 a.m we were seated in the hall waiting for his performance.

I went there just to see my cousin’s performance. But as soon as the program started the stage became a garden. The stage was filled with variety of flowers, angels, butterflies , rabbits, elephants, tigers(garden turned into zoo) … True! The kids were dressed in such a way. I thoroughly enjoyed each and every program. Kids who were just 2 to 4 years are really tough to handle for practice. Kudos! To the efforts of the teachers in that school.

You won’t believe. The kids did hard formations in dance; they did few aasanas from yoga. I was stunned. No doubt I enjoyed being there but I was waiting for my cousin. I waited, waited and waited at last he came up on the stage. I just jumped with joy when I saw a Chota Santa on the stage. The mask was too big that he couldn’t wear it on face. But he managed to have that above his head. All the kids were dancing but my cousin was too shy to dance. His teacher tried pushing him to the middle but he was comfortable by standing in a corner of the stage. I was glad that he stood there at least without crying.

When I was watching my Cousin in that stage I recollected my own brother’s annual day celebration.

My friends love him so much. One day, directly from school he came to my office. He invited my friends to his annual day celebration. He said he is participating in a dance. He was very much excited at his participation and compelled us to visit his school.We were all keen to watch him dancing. We asked permission to leave early from office and all went to his school. Programs started. We were far from the stage and couldn’t easily locate the faces though we were able to watch the programs.

When I was studying in that school as I already mentioned in my previous post. I was forced to participate in dance as the number of students was less. But now school strength has grown leaps and bounds. In each dance 20 kids are dancing that too with much synchronization. From that distant we couldn’t locate my brother. We presumed many boys in each dance as my brother. At last we finalized a boy (as we couldn’t confirm) as my brother and enjoyed the dance with a big applause.

At the end of the day my brother came running to us. With a sheer excitement and asked about his performance. Before giving the feed back we thought to confirm in which dance he participated. After knowing the song we were bewildered. We did not find anyone resembling my brother in that dance. How come he could have participated in that dance?

That was a skit portrayed in that song. We asked him in which part of the song he danced. We were so much disappointed when he said that he was performing behind the white screen when they wanted to depict a fight between two groups of people. He was one in the group fighting against the other group. The saddest part is fight being behind the white screen. We have just seen his shadow and we could not recognize that it was my brother. We did not even have a clue that he’ll perform behind the screen.

My friends were also disappointed as I was. They enjoyed that evening but couldn’t see my brother performing.

Same was the case with my cousin Saturday. I was happy that at least I could recognize him on the stage. Kids are really energetic and performing on the stage or outside the stage, in front of audience or at the back stage doesn’t bother them. They are happy that they are performing. I wish we were kids!!!

Moral: If we cherish our work and love doing our work nothing bothers us. Appraisals, hikes, promotions etc etc will not affect us when we love our work. Wish we were those kids!!

Dancer in me

Yesterday I watched ABCD movie. I enjoyed the movie and of course the Dance which is the theme of the movie. I am not here to review the movie. As I watched the movie I went back to my childhood. I remembered my dance class. Today you can enjoy a chapter from THE CHRONICLE OF SHWETHA.

My sister is a very good Bharathanatya dancer. It is well known nature of the land that the younger ones usually follow the elder’s path. Talents are inborn. We have to nurture it.My sister has that  in dance and luckily she discovered it at an early age and started attending dance classes. At that age I agree that I was envious at my sister and joined the dance class.

It was a new atmosphere. I was scared. I couldn’t manage the class more than a week. My mother got my uniform stitched for dance class and after that I never went to that class. I lost the interest by then. I realized dance is not my passion and gave up that.

In schools teachers have always struggled much to teach me dance for annual day celebrations. The number of students were really less that they had no other option other than selecting me for Dance. Inside my heart I loved troubling them at least in dance and I used to take revenge:-P

One day we were on the way to a Sabha where my sister had to perform a dance. It was a dance competition. She urged me in auto to participate in the competition. I flatly refused.Our mothers started pestering along with her to participate. As a Parent encouraging their daughter is a thing I appreciate with my mother and her sister (ie.My aunt). But this was too much I should say. Their encouragement was for a task which was beyond my ken. As always they started their lecture in the auto.” Participation alone matters. Winning a prize does not matter. You are not going to loose anything by participating in this…. Blah blah blah…” and at last I had no other choice left but to participate.

Soon my sister suggested a song and dance practice was in auto. Believe me. It was in running auto. She moved her hands showing actions which were perfectly in sync with the lyrics. She animatedly gave face expressions which were easy to capture. We reached the Sabha - practice over. My sister wonderfully performed and after a while came my turn.I remembered her actions and expressions.

The song was aired and after controlling my fear (actually I was shivering inside) I started dancing chirply for the song.  My mom and my sister’s mom were so happy on seeing me performing in stage. After the performance my sister and our mothers appreciated me. They were glad and delighted that they made me stand in the stage.I was still shivering even after the performance and they bought me some Coke to relax.

When we were way back home, my sister told me that she was very much angry with a Guy’s comment in the Sabha. The comment was obviously on my dance. When I was dancing he has passed a comment that  “This is a dance competition. The girl is just telling a rhyme in animated way. She is not actually dancing. She is standing in the same place from the start of the song “

I was taken aback with this comment. I really did not know what to answer. I felt humiliated. After few days we got the CD of the competition and when I watched mine I was stunned. As that guy commented I did not move even a bit in the stage. No doubt that I perfectly did those actions and animations taught by my sister which I learnt in a short time. But where did I go wrong? I questioned myself.

I got the answer in a little recap of my practice session. You remember? The practice was in auto. There I learnt only actions and animations. I did not practice any steps. I did not even practice a leg movement. So I did not move even a bit in the stage. He has rightly commented. It was like a rhyme I was animating there. But after watching my performance in CD. I was relieved. I was delighted because I could very well animate and convey expressions. I can be the best teacher for KG students where I can wonderfully teach them their lessons. Thinking all these I just played … tan tarara datan.. taan tarara datan…(annamalai movie BGM when Rajini wins Sharath Babu ). Yes. I do get inspired by watching Super Star movies :) :) :)

Moral: Practice before performing dance :-P

             Don't take little things to head and ponder. There are so much to learn and Live.

Communication Skills

Namaste!

Aap ka Dhin Shubh Ho !

No No… this is not a Hindi Post. I’ve surfed through Google to get these lines.

Regrettably I do not know Hindi and this post is about the war between me and Hindi.

Till today I’ve been defeated but sure one day I’ll succeed in learning it. (I am inspired by Ghazini Mohammed…hey!!! I remember my 4^th standard history:-))

Can you believe this? I’ve passed Prathmic Exam. That’s a big tale why I did not study further. To cut short, On the day of exam I wailed to my aunty that I won’t take up exams. I sobbed , I pleaded , I begged but everything went in vain.  She convinced me saying

 “ Don’t cry darling! See Hindi is very easy. You have attended classes and prepared for this exam all these days na? Last minute you should not step back.You just write the exam and don’t worry about the result. Neither me nor your mother would scold if you fail. But I know you’ll pass out. Anyhow I guarantee that you won’t be scolded even if you don’t succeed in this exam”

In between sobs I manage to say “Can I take up next attempt Ma?”(somehow i wanted to escape)

My aunty was perplexed when I asked so. Again she repeated all the lines in the same rhythm. This time added one more line.” You see as I said Hindi is easy. In most of the cases the answer to the fill in the blanks, true or false and all will be in other questions. Did you get me? The sentence they use to make questions would often give you the answers for one mark questions. You can easily score.Don’t give up.Go! Take bath1 Get ready!” and no more I could speak. But I stored the little information she gave in my mind.

I applied the strategy of my aunty in exam and the result came.

Thanks to my aunt. I passed the exam in second class to my own astonishment. Then me and my sister started to attend classes to madhyama. God! that was tough. I could not even remember a single essay. (Remember? I struggled for one word answers in previous exam. Now how can I cope with essays?)

The teacher used to ask questions from previous day lesson. When I answer she would grumble and say “Should place your Brain next to Visweshwar Ji’s Brain! You are a unique piece”.

Your Brain should be placed next to Dr.RadhaKrishnan’s Brain. You are a rare species my mind voice would say. Because of her I developed an aversion to Madhyama rather for Hindi. I stopped attending classes and every effort of my mother failed when she wanted to send me to Hindi Class. Gradually she left after becoming tired. Till today I have my Madhyama Books. It has been more than 10 years today.

Lately some Repair work was being done in our house and the workers there were North Indians. My aunty and my father know Hindi and they were the persons appointed for communicating with them. One day it happened that my aunt went out somewhere and my father called from his shop. He said that he has sent some cakes and puffs to the workmen through my mother. He also insisted me to stop them till my mom comes, as it was time for them to leave from work.

I said “Papa, aunty has gone out and I do not know Hindi. How will I ask them to wait?” My father slowly  over phone taught me in Hindi  as how should I ask them to wait.

I repeated and practiced that sentence and went out to pour whatever I learnt to the workman. When I reached the door I don’t remember whether I saw something scary or heard some scary noise but I forgot that sentence. They already started packing things and were about to leave. Almost everyone had left and only one was there. I could not go back and call my father to ask the sentence. I had no time for that. But I have to stop him atleast(the only person left).

He doesn't know Tamizh or English and I don’t know Hindi. But at that moment I had to ask him to wait somehow . I remembered all the lessons of Prathmic. I remembered various poems, lings, vachans everything I learnt long back. With all the knowledge I had in Hindi I called that man and said

“ Mera Matha Puffs Cake Aatha –Wait--5 mins “

Perhaps, he could not laugh out loud so he managed a smile and waited for my mother. I just rushed inside and jumped with joy. At last I succeeded in speaking Hindi.

You know what? Language is just a way to communicate. The purpose of communication is to reach the receiver. My purpose got solved. I have communicated to him and he understood that too. I jumped again thinking my brilliance and smartness. (I did not have collar to rise)

Few minutes later my brother came from college. I asked him whether the workman was waiting. I felt like hitting my brother at his head with what ever tool I get at that moment when he replied

“Yes. He was loitering in front of our house. I asked him to move and he left “

All my ego and pride shattered when I came to know that my brother had not even spoke to him in Hindi. He just waved his hand signaling him to move and that workmen understood and left. Hmmm…. His communication was even much simple.

Dhanyavadh!! :-P

Chamathu Kutty

Me and my brother are always the Chamathu kuttys who accompany our grandmother when the whole family leaves out. Our Grandmother was very sweet and she would be pleased with both of us when we both stayed back at home for her. Our mothers would have prepared the dinner and kept ready for our granny. Our job was just to serve her.

There are few instances where I would have started along with everyone but later, when everyone steps out of house I’ll just give an am- not- coming announcement and will pounce at the sofa and watch TV. My granny would be much pleased with this last minute decision.

That day night after my Papa and Grand Pa returns she would sweetly say “Only P & S loves me so much. Wherever their mothers & other siblings go, they love staying with me and taking care of me. I am really blessed to have such grand children who care me more than anyone in this world.” My father would smile with a pride (because of the way he has brought up his daughter…. Yeah! It is MEEEEE!)

All these were 12 to 15 years back.

Lately, when my grandmother expired  (3 years back), me and my brother recollected the memorable moments with her.

Me: Hey! How can this happen to her?

P: hmmmm… I cannot believe this end to such a sweet person.

Me: Yeah. How she used to love us and care for us na?

P: All those moments are still unforgettable de. She used to give enough of money whenever we stayed at home when she was alone.

Me: She loved us so much that she used to give without our mother’s knowledge. (As they would scold if we have outside food.)

P : Even when we said we were not willing to have in the mess she would insist us to have little before our mothers come na? She was indeed sweet. She never disclosed to anyone that she gave us money.

Me: In childhood we loved being with her because she used to give money and would ask us to have whatever we wished. But later as we grew , we started realizing her affection da. Henceforth we are going to miss her love.

P: True. As we would send your sister and my sister along with our mothers , we were so much close with granny.

Me: I remember those days.. Even when they were ready to stay with grandma we both would somehow convince them and send them out. (As we did not wanted to divide the money which our granny gave with anyone)

P: She was so much pleased with us and used to tell out father’s that we were best. Really her loss is gonna be unbearable.

We both really missed our granny and revealed all the childhood secrets in distress. But then, both our sisters came to know of it and they disclosed it our mothers too. It was anyhow too late that they came to knew. So they did not bother much.

Even this day they both tease me &P for what we did 15 years back.

But till date my father doesn’t know this truth. As far as he is concerned we both are still the same chamathu kuttys who used to care our granny much even when we were kids. He loves us fot that!!

Closing Note :  It is always better to keep few hidden things as hidden forever.

So better don't disclose it to my father.

*Chamathu Kutti - Generally obedient and sweet little kid which I totally am, by the way.

My friends

My friends always prove that we are alike.

Me with my two friends and two brothers went to a trip to mysore. Everyone knows that Mysore is a place worth visiting. If you have not explored it till now then plan your next vacation there.

I’ve always admired the hospitality of my father & his siblings. They really awe you with their hospitality. We can never repay them in any way. One of my aunts has put up in mysore and she was very happy at my visit with friends.

The first day of the trip we covered many places and we never miss the food street whenever we visit mysore palace. Me and my brothers went there along with my friends.

We had soooooo much of stuffs there. Gobi Manchurian, noodles, dosas, idlys and what not?

WAIT WAIT! It is not our fault that we had so much.

Recently I read fascinating information about Indians.

The information is as follows:

When India was ruled by British, Indians were not guaranteed of their next meal or even for the next day. So, they used to have much food when they had the chance to eat so that they could store for the next meal time (Like a camel).I also read that Indians tend to have much food even today because it has become hereditary. (There are exceptions to it).

I always hate if I’ve made stand in the Red Carpet.(I mean I love to be one in the crowd). Obviously my friends also hate the Red carpet. Hope this fascinating fact about Indians would suffice for having (little) high quantity of food. Even if you are not convinced I am convinced. My friends are convinced. We are indeed proud that we have inherited our fore fathers and we are true INDIANS :-P

After having so much food in the streets we were forced to have in home too. Oh ! that’s the hospitality which I proudly described. But for the first time the hospitality became a curse in our lives. Atleast me and my brothers escaped form my aunty after having 2 idlys. One of my friend  also escaped after a hard try. But the other was caught. She too planned to escape but then, my aunty brought Vaangi Bath from kitchen. My friends loves that dish so much and my friend could not resist the dish after bringing it in front of her.

It was nearly an hour we waited for her to finish her dinner.It was already 11.00 pm. But there was no sign of finishing the dinner. She was not able to eat and was struggling to complete. When I lost my patience after long waiting I just asked her “when you already had so much of food. Why didn’t you refuse to have vaangi bath? Do you know how long you have been eating?”

She immediately replied “ Vaangi Baath nadhum Vaaya Pozhandhuten what to do ?“

We could not help controlling our laughter. We loved her rhyming despite of the tragic timing.

Note: Vaangiis a name for brinjal . Vaangi Bath is a variety rice made using Brinjal (in karnataka).

Power of VISUALISATION

There are many instances where we badly  wish a thing not to happen but it just happens -completely against our wish. We hate to see a person and that person just says a hi to you which is what against your wish that day. We go to the exam hall studying all the questions except one .We enter with a fear and prayer -"God! that question should not be asked "and to our dismay that is the first compulsory question being asked.

Have you ever made a research (that could be a BIG term though) as to the reason why such unwanted things happen?

It is very simple. Your thoughts were surrounded on the thing which should not happen , the person whom you hated to meet and the question you don’t want to answer.

Got that now? Let me explain. Had you put the thoughts like- this thing should happen (instead of what not to happen) , we should meet this person (instead of whom you do not want to meet ) and this question should be asked (instead of that unprepared question) ,…the outcome would be different. Absolutely! Different.

In a nutshell, your thoughts were only on the things which you wanted to avoid, the more you put your thoughts on it the more it got attracted to you. Universe is a magnet as they say in the Book named Secret. Whatever thoughts you put in… it’ll get attracted to you. Universe does not know the difference between ‘do’ and ‘do not’… you think of a thing/person it gets attracted to you.

Visualize whatever you want to have in life. Visualize as if you have that now. Feel it from the bottom of the heart. Rejoice it as if you have accomplished what you wanted.

The magic has worked in many cases. Power of visualization is unfathomable.

I can narrate my own experience to understand. When I was about to take up my final exams I visualized my results and me turning as a professional. Everyday night before going to bed at least 10 minutes I visualized as if I've passed my exams and jumping with joy. I cherished from heart. I believed from heart .But whenever I visualized my resume I could not get the result I wanted. I tried to change my resume every time I visualized it. But all the time it was same. And you know what? The result was also same. I did not get cleared in my exams.

In my next attempt. I did the same visualization (of course hard work was there). But never failed to visualize my victory everyday. This time my resume was as per my wish. I used to smile laying down in my bed every night. One of my friend’s marriage was fixed in the month of my result. Soon I started visualizing me as a Professional in her marriage. I visualized that everyone in her marriage is congratulating me on my success.

See the Universe’s magnetic power again. My friend’s marriage was on 19^th.My results date were announced as 21^st.I was disappointed when I heard the date. But still I had my hope and continued visualizing me as a professional in her marriage.

Believe it or not my results were pre-poned for 18^th. It is very rare and almost not possible that exam results are released early before the date fixed. It happened in my case. In fact magnetic power of earth with my thoughts made it happen I would say.

No doubt, I cleared my exams and became a Professional. On 19^th everyone known to me greeted me and wished for my success. My dream did come true that day. The resume I visualized is true now. That’s the power of visualization.

Henceforth think only about what you want, whom you want and where you want to reach. Shape your thoughts in a way that the unwanted things do not even cross your mind.

Note: You can refer the book Secret if you wish to know more about visualization.

Friendship

My sisters are the sweetest on earth. My younger sister is too caring, too loving, too good and what not? She has every good character. (Much tempered too:-P)…

Friendship means so much to her. Once there was a vegetable carving competition and I always admit she has solely inherited the artistic skills of my mother. My mother and sister purchased all the required vegetables. My mom taught her 2 vegetable carvings and my sister practiced what she learnt.

Next day she merrily went to school with full practice.

She came in the evening with restlessness. She hugged my mom with an innocent face and told

S: Ma… You are the best mom on earth.

Mom (in cloud 9): Oh thank you. You are the most obedient kid on earth.

S: Love you Ma. You know what? The vegetable carving which you taught won the prize. I am really happy at that.

Mom: That really sounds great. But it is not carving which has won the prize. Its my

daughter who carved has won the prize.

S:  (in annoyed tone)... Ma… It is not because of the hand which carved. It is only because of your idea.

Mom: Oh that’s fine. Bring me your prize and certificate. Let’s celebrate your success.

S: Ma…. It is with Pragathi.

Mom: Is it with her? But why did you give it to her? I’d have felt happy on seeing it. Bring it tomorrow atleast.

S: Ma I can bring it tomorrow but I have to return it the next day.

Mom: Why are you confusing me so much? Why should you return your certificate to her?

S: Because … Because… (gnidniwer………. Couldn’t get it? Sorry – Rewinding)

Next day she merrily went to school with full practice.

Her friend on the entrance welcomed her with dull tone. On inquiry my sister came to know that she sounded dull because she did not get practice nor did bring vegetables.

My sister-wonderful creature on earth- has given her vegetables which she had and taught her one carving (she had learnt 2) which is the better among the 2.

Sometimes this happens... The person who copied from you in the exams scores well than you. That “sometime” was this time. Yes. My sister’s friend bagged the prize and obviously my sister was not even given the consolation prize.

Mom: (after hearing the story) How fool you have been S? Your hard work is wasted now. Of course the money spent on vegetables too.

S: It is not wasted Ma… My hard work has got a prize for my friend.

Mom: But you did not get the prize S.. Why don’t you understand?

S: But I got my friendship strong Ma. My friend loves me much much more than she loved me before.

My mom could not utter a word after that.

True that my sister lost her competition but won a friendship.

That day I was not matured and thought my sister was stupid .

But today I am proud of what she did that day. There are things which even younger ones can teach us.

Happy Valentine's day

The office where I worked earlier is really a lovable place for me because of my friends over there. We had to stretch long hours for work, we had so much pressures to handle sometimes , we were not encouraged for our good work and important is we were not paid for our work … despite all these we enjoyed. We enjoyed the friendship and the bond which we had as a group of  8 to 10 people. We cherished every tea and lunch break. That friendship may be because all the 8 were not a professional yet (so no egos) and all were students. We could easily communicate in our mother tongue… and that is also a reason for that bonding.

We used to tease each others by assigning someone as their love/lover. These teasings continue even till date whenever we meet. Everyone had a person in office with whom they would be paired and teased. We din't leave even the old lady who came to sweep n mop the office floor. But one among our friends had no girl to be paired with him and tease him.We did not bother to get him a pair (for teasing) too.

 He bothered so much. One day he even asked us that he has not been given a pair to tease. That was the time when Vaaranam Ayiram movie was released and Sameera Reddy was the hottest heroine in  industry. He himself came out with a suggestion to tease him with Sameera Reddy. All of us did not know how to cut his nose. At that moment instantly one of my friend gave him a comment(counter).Comment given late would not have this much impact.Her's was instant.

Ha ha ha ha The counter is really a tremendous one. Everyone burst out into wild laughs. Even when typing this post am laughing at her counter. You know what she said?

Idha Vechu Sameera Reddy ya vena Otalam…(which means Sameera Reddy can be teased by pairing you )

She is a quite girl. But she gave such a hilarious comment. We couldn’t control our laughter for an hour. A calm girl could give such a comment. That’s possible only in Friendship. You can act smart , obedient and decent everywhere with everyone… But not with friends.. not when you are among your closed circle. I love my friends in the old office. Those moments chirpily passes through my mind when I am writing this post…

I am still smiling :)

Happy Valentine's day Friends :)

Note: After reading this post don't ask me as who is that Friend. I won't reveal his name.Because I am his "Beeeeaasssst" Friend.

Regrets

I have a cousin whom I considered my best friend in my childhood. We loved each others so much. One day it happened that she had to vacate to another town. I was shattered and cried so much. Being away from her was a thing that I really could not digest.

I truly agree with the statement “Time is the best medicine. It can heal anyone and anything “.As time passed by I was fine with my other cousins in my place. It was no more difficult for me to digest. In fact I remembered her rarely and to my surprise I didn’t even feel down at those moments.

She used to come to my place rarely. Very rarely I would say. When she comes we enjoyed so much. I loved her company always. We used to have nice time. But once she leaves, again it would be so many months when I keep in touch with her. I’d really hate this in my mother .She is very bad in keeping in touch with her friends and anyone to this matter. I did not call my cousin often because that was something which my mother never did. I mean I was not used to speaking over the phone with people and getting along with them.

(Now no one is able to stop me speaking over my mobile. That is different)

Years went on. Both are grown now. Both have new and best buddies now. We are no more close to each others, no more bonded with the love we shared among us. Preferences varied and interests varied. The way we brought up varied. We have nothing common now except she has also taken the same professional course as I did. Even that had nothing to do with us. Her decision was influenced by another cousin of ours. They both are close now.

After so many years she choose to give her exams in my place (Ofcourse it was not her decision. It was another cousin’s. They both decided to write exams in out place by staying in our home). I was very much excited that they both are going to stay for a month with me. And we 3 were in common stream.

The day arrived. I warmly welcomed them and we had a nice chat. It was then… after all these years that I realized the gap that has been built between us. My cousin with whom I shared major part of my childhood is not the same now. We had nothing to share. We could not open up with each others. They both have become close and I felt like I’ve been left alone.

I did not express above said things to her. Days went on. I should agree that I was a bit busy when she came and stayed in our home because I had classes and office the whole day. She completed her exams well and went to her place.

Now after becoming a professional (she is in her final. she’ll also become a professional soon) when I look back at life…. It has given me so much to cherish and appreciate but this bonding which has diminished over the years has never been built again. Now I love her the same way I did in childhood but am not able to express it to her. I had an online chat with her today. I tried to open up … but she couldn’t receive it as I meant. I regret for letting this relationship to diminish. I regret for not being expressive to her. I regret for not keeping in touch with her.

I am pretty sure that this would have happened in everyone’s life. May be with a cousin, a neighbour or a friend. Today make time to let them know that you still love them in the same way and you do not want this gap anymore. Life is short.. give sincerely your best to everyone. I love to be the same to my cousin if she too wishes the same. How about you??

Punctuality & ME

My uncle’s marriage was fixed (My dad’s brother) and marriage was in outstation.We had to report to railway station at 7.30 p.m. Needn’t say how the luggage would be for a marriage trip. Around 20 people were about to travel from Trichy to Mysore. Imagine the loads of luggage now. Despite started  packing 2 days earlier our family is much passionate with this last minute packing.

My mom, my aunties and few uncles, me and my cousins all were very busy in eleventh hour packing. It was like playing treasure hunt. Yes. All were searching things and few succeeded but few were still hunting for their treasures. We were so much engrossed in the game that we did not notice the time. It was 7.10 when we heard a voice saying “it is already late. We’ve to reach railway station in 15 minutes otherwise we’ll miss the train”.

When we heard the voice it was like the umpire blowing a whistle and saying “STOP” and the game came to an end. One among the kids went to hire autos for all. We reached station at 7.30 and luckily the train was in first platform. We ran to the train (obviously this was like a 200m running game). Elders had to carry the baggage along with the responsibility of handling the kids. It was definitely a chaos.

We kids were made to board the train first. Except one of my aunty every others boarded the train. She was there to throw the baggage into the train and people inside helped to carry them to the respective place where we were seated. Train started while she was throwing the luggages. This bold lady threw baggage into the running train. Train started running a little faster and she jumped inside the train while my father helped her to get inside the train by pulling her towards him.

The TT came and shouted at our entire kurkure family. He couldn’t bear our irresponsibility. He couldn’t digest that a lady getting into a running train when so many gents had accompanied her. Somehow after many -Sorry TTR Sorry TTR… he had no other go except to drop the matter. He went to the next coach.

After all the hush push… we comfortably seated and safely traveled.

Everyone who knew me well .. In fact many acquaintances also had asked me the reason for being late ALWAYS. (Yes. I’d be the last person to come. It may be school, parties, get to gethers, office etc etc etc  )

At those moments  to answer that question….  it takes me immense effort to control the heart which badly wants to say the truth that “It is something hereditary” and I just smile and admit “Sorry. It is my nature”. 

Heights of imagination

I love my younger brother so much. He loves me the same way. In fact my relatives know how we love each others and they say that I am his second mother.

Usually I won’t interfere in his studies. I won’t teach him (perhaps that’s the reason he loves me so much:-P). The reason for not teaching him is not that I don’t care him or don’t want to trouble him. The reason is I don’t wish to land myself in troubles. I mean it!

Twice I’ve tried teaching him. When we both get inside the study room it seems like we represent 2 different cat families. Yes. Myself as a tigress and my brother as a tiny little pussy.Maximum half an hour we’ll come back to the living room.

Yeah… Now too we represent 2 cat families…But now my brother as a tiger and me as a poor crying cat. If he is interested, he studies well but otherwise its really hard to make him study. I’ll start in slow pace. I’ll encourage him so much I’ll appreciate him so much and then would ask him to study. He’ll be happy at my enthusiasm, encouragement and obviously appreciation but not with those words “Let’s start studying now”. By now ten minutes would have elapsed. In another twenty minutes (that’s the maximum time) I’ll start shouting, yelling and sometimes beating. As you know after doing all these there’ll be crying sound.

My mother rushes to the room to rescue my brother. But you know what?

It would be me crying in the room. (as you all know that is every girl’s last resort). Then I’ll come out. He’ll follow me like a tiger which has caught its prey. Hope the above reason was convincing for me not teaching my brother.

No one can escape from Fate. One day I too got stuck up with that. I had to teach my brother because he had science exam the next day. I tried putting questions to him from his syllabus. Surprisingly that day I did not cry because he was prepared and he answered all the questions. Then I asked him to practice with diagrams as he could score more from them. (My brother is over confident all the times. He’ll always say he’ll get cent % in math. The real marks would be  something else.)

That day was not an exception. He said he has practiced all the diagrams well and he was sure (as always) that he’ll score full of full in them. I wanted to test him so I asked him to draw a kidney diagram. He said he was very good in drawing brain. I did not want to discourage him (because that was the first day where he did not let me cry) and so I asked him to draw and show me that.

Believe me! Within a minute he gave me the diagram. I was dumbstruck. He gave me the diagram of Brain in NO TIME! I wondered at this and with same vibration (I mean in same dumbstruck manner) asked him how could he draw so easily? (I would have taken 10 minutes. I bet even a person who is very good at drawing skills would take 2 to 3 minutes). But my little brother gave me that even before a minute and it was exactly brain.

When I inquired him as how was this possible he replied:

“ Brain dhane Ka.. jujibee.. oru Cauliflower varanja adhan Brain uh”

(Which means drawing a Brain is a cushy job because it’s nothing but a Cauliflower)

Are you able to imagine cauliflower as Brain? Till that day I too had never imagined. I don think any one of us would have imagined. But he did. The little one who usually love playing pranks did it. I regret for testing him but at the same time I feel glad because if  I've not thought of testing him… Brain would not be as easy as drawing a cauliflower.

I hugged him tight after he gave such an imagination to BRAIN.

Chandhramukhi dancing in my Balcony

“Iravu Bayam, Iruttu  Bayam,

Iravil Satham vandhal Bayam , Saaral adithalum bayam,

Nizhalai kandaal bayam, Nijathil Peigal undu enra  bayam

Bayam ..Bayam ..Bayam ..“

            Yes. I am a scared girl. I fear at dark. I fear at Ghosts and evils. (Am not sure whether they exist though) .To make you understand how much I fear, I’l tell you a case. An actress died by attempting suicide. Reason being Love Failure.I have not seen any of her movies and that day when her death news was telecasted in TV I was getting ready to school and I just heard the news. I mean I did not see her face even then. That day night when I went to bed am able to imagine a lady wearing full white saree taunting me so much (That’s a ghost). I am clearly able to hear her saying “You are the reason for my death. You are the reason for my Love failure. I’ll definitely make you pay for this.”

“Arrey, First of all I’ve not seen you in my life how come I would have seen your lover?” heard the mind voice of mine. But I didn’t dare to ask this question to that ghost. I knew this was my own imagination. I knew I alone could find the solution for this. But I couldn’t help. Every day (day and night) whenever I was alone or sleeping at nights I used to have this lady with white saree taunting me and this continued for a week.

You know what? I told my mother. She tried to console me so much in that week as my mother could not help me out; she took me to an Amman Temple (Goddess temple). They chanted some manthras and tied a black rope on my hand. Uh! That day I slept peacefully after a week.

DON’T LAUGH! The real story has not come yet. Hope by now you know how much I fear at ghosts.

From the day we shifted to our new house my brother and another brother who works in our shop used to say sometimes they hear some anklet’s sound at nights. I was little scared but didn’t take it to my head.

Chandhramukhi movie was released and I was a bit frightened on seeing that movie. (I watch it as a comedy now).  One day night as always I slept with my brother and in a while I was hearing some sound like sal sal sal sal…. I could make it out as a anklet’s sound. God! My senses turned so alert. A shiver went on my spine. I tried not to hear / pay attention to the sound but as much as I tried to avoid that much I was hearing more of it. Above our room is the Balcony. On hearing this sound I thought that Chandhramukhi was dancing in the balcony. (People say a writer needs much imagination. I think  am Capable of being a good writer). I imagined her dancing wildly. I got scared. I thought of closing my ears and turned to my brother. Once I turned I realized those sounds were nothing but my brother’s SNORINGS.

Uh! I woke him up and when he stopped snoring I started sleeping. I hate people snoring(They don’t do that without their knowledge though). I’ve been sleepless many nights because of that irritating noise. In turn, I’ve woke them up and have given many sleepless nights to them too. Its long since I’ve slept with my Parent because they snore.

That was the night when I decided that I should not sleep with my Brother too as he scared me with his snore.This is one of my unforgettable experience with truth.

Note: The first 4 lines in Tamizh just describe my fear. Even without those 4 lines this post can be read and enjoyed.

What an Idea Sir Ji?

You know my nature and it is obvious that my friends would be alike. In today’s post I love to bring a story of my friend.

This is story of my friend in her childhood (she was 5 or 6 years old then) .No doubt that she has not changed since then. She still has the same innocence (she loves to call her madness by this name).

My friend was very active and naughty like any other kids at that age. She did some mistake and teacher punished her to kneel down outside the class room. She was so innocent (as per her wish) that she went out and knelt down as per her teacher’s instructions.

I knew that she is so careless. She forgets her things easily and because of that even when she was in high school, her mother (who knew her better than anyone) would not let her to wear gold ornaments. But when I heard this story I understood that not only her things, in many instances she forgets herself completely (I mean she forgets what she was doing a moment back. She becomes Sanjay Ramasamy very often)

Coming back to the story.  This girl who was supposed to kneel down forgot that she had been punished and went to play. She was playing with such a merry in her innocent face. Her mother came to school for giving her lunch and saw her kid playing happily in the swing. We all know how a mother cherishes on seeing their kids being happy. So she was mesmerized for few minutes while indulged in enjoying her kid’s cheer. 

Suddenly a thought flashed her mom that “Why Vidhya is playing alone and where are the other kids? “

She went near my friend. As soon as my friend saw her mother with much more cheer she swung high in the swing. When aunty asked her the reason as to why she was playing alone, she could not reply. She tried to recollect but failed in it.  Aunty went to her class teacher and asked the reason. The teacher was annoyed as how she went out of the class and after inquiry came to know that she was punished by some other teacher in the last hour.

Aunty being the proud mother of such a careless kid started taking class to the teacher. She said that her daughter can be punished in any manner and there were no objections from her side. Only thing is she should be punished inside the class because she forgets that she has got a punishment and starts playing without realizing her mistakes. She said that “Vidhya is so mischievous that she can change the pain (punishment) as pleasure. “

From that day whatever be the punishment my friend would remain inside the class. 

WHAT AN IDEA SIR JI?

Vishwaroopam

I pity at people and their ignorance. We Indians are emotional and over react in many occasions. We do not stand firmly for anything. A case in point could be Lok pal bill.

This is a crying shame to Indians. We've all studied that India stands for Unity in diversity but it hurts me when I think about reality. In fact its not practiced.

I watched Vishwaroopam movie. Reviewing the movie is a bit beyond my ken hence I am not gonna do that.   Actor Kamal Hassan has once again proved his acting skills. I was spellbound with his dance in the introduction song. Those expressions were really stunning. I loved the use of Brahmin-Tamil. It really sounded sweet .

Coming to the controversy that this movie has created, it has nothing to do with India.

I would like to mention that there is a Hero in Tamil cinema industry who has acted in number of movies where the main story would be to fight against terrorism. The terrorists in his movies would be Muslims (that too they would speak Tamil even in Kashmir border). Our great brothers and sisters accepted those movies which had terrorists who were Tamil speaking Muslims. No protests were raised .No Ban was made. But now, where India is not brought into the picture at all, our so great Indian brothers and sisters are raising controversies against this.

Ours is a Democratic country. But are we democratic? We are easily trapped in the political dramas and become victims at the end.

Kamal Hassan who considers ‘Cinema’ as everything in his life shouldn’t be treated with such a Crushing blow for this high budget movie. Talents should be nurtured. We cannot let those persons to go out of our country. Am sure their talents are well respected in other nations hence they grow there.

Another crying shame is when such person who was compelled to go out of our country wins an Award we boast that he has “Indian Origin”. Isn’t that shame to boast?

With my views above I would like to appreciate the man “Kamal hassan” deep from my heart. His hard work never fails him. These controversies had made him much popular all over the country and the few other parts of the world.

Lets be diplomatic. Lets encourage and nurture talents

Art of Thanking

It feels great when we are thanked. But most of the times we do not let others to feel great. That’s human tendency.

I may be a Green horn in writing blogs but I am a good reader and a great lover of Positive mental Attitude (PMA) Books.( I seldom follow them though).

There are times when I felt myself down. At some instances with reason and in many instances without reason.

One day Life seemed like NOTHING to me. I've not accomplished anything great till now.I wanted to Change MYSELF so that I can change a few people around me. A Change which makes them happy. A change which induces them to LIVE their life. A change which gives vibrant energy to the people around me.

Yes. I have changed a lot in me. I was a pessimist and now am ALL NEW I would say. I feel so much positive energies in me. I cherish life. I care for my health & fitness (lately I started caring. But it’s never too late).

Lo Behold! Can you believe that the CHANGE started with a Thanking Letter?

Yes. I wrote thanking letters for few people whom I really wanted to thank from my heart. I was hesitant as how they would react when I say them directly. So I penned down my thoughts in letters and mails. I did not postpone.I wrote nearly 12 to 15 letters. (That obviously included my mom and dad. We often forget to thank them.) I sent them via email without any delay. I also called them and asked to check their in-boxes when they had time.

I was done with my job. I was overwhelmed with joy. When I had the idea of writing a thanking letter I just thought of giving a Fair crack at that. My first letter came out very well and my thoughts were easily portrayed. That gave me the light to write the other letters.

Many of them immediately replied. My mail gave tears of joy to them and their replies boosted my Joy. I felt that I am cared, I am loved and I have people for me. Those letters which I wrote and those replies gave me a new lease on life. What else do you need at the end of the day?  I felt blissful.

Not only to people. Be gratitude for everything you have and everything you get. It strengthens your mind. Lets all Practice the Thanking Therapy! A therapy which makes both the sender and the receiver gain the positive energy. 

It can be the breath of fresh air in this otherwise monotonous life of ours.

Just give a Fair crack at that.

Before concluding I want to thank every reader of this post and Blog. I feel thankful to nature for adding one more day to my life where I could share a brainwave.

Note: 1.Thank from the heart. Not a fake one.

2.You may not like one or two characters of a person.But don't recall anything about them. Just write a letter only for those things for which you really wanted to thank that person.

You Deserve It

I had a sudden brainwave of trying a new variety today. 

  

According to me there are two kinds of people.

 One category takes the life as it comes. In-fact lives the life every minute. I would love to share that whenever I speak to my Best Friend’s father – His voice would throw a bundle of positive energy on me. When he says “Am doing very great Ma. How r u doing?”- I am compelled to say that “Am also doing so good Uncle” (even if am not doing well).

Such would be the energy and enthusiasm I draw from his voice. I can feel his smile through phone and it automatically lits a smile in my heart.

The other category of people always needs something to happen to keep them happy. They just ask -For what reason in life should I feel happy? Nothing special has happened (Something Bad also would not have happened) and why should I rejoice?

My question to them is when something bad has not happened isn't that good enough to rejoice life? People complain their lives.

 When I ask someone as How r they doing I sincerely expect them to reply cheerfully. When that Cheer lacks I just ask for the reason. Most of them would say “Nothing. Life is going on normally. Nothing special has happened. I am pretty fine. There is nothing to worry about “.

W-A-I-T- Is there  nothing to worry about?

 I feel that could be the BEST reason to keep yourself Happy.

 Aren't you keeping fine then? I agree if something special happens (A joyous thing) it would stir up your energy. But does that mean otherwise u’l feel low? (I mean lack of enthusiasm)

When I hear the above replies I dare to say that “then keep you happy and reply that am doing So well “that’s the way to reply according to me.

When we are not cheerful for no reason, you are forgetting that you are a blessed soul. At this moment Lakhs of people are homeless, starving, left abandoned. Many are living in a way that next minute their Life is not guaranteed. People suffering from severe diseases , people crying out because of the death of their loved ones, many people have last their hopes, many are still waiting with a hope that one day they can live as a Normal man do.

Aren't you lucky enough compared to them? It’s correctly said “when life has given you thousand reasons to cry it has given million reasons to SMILE”  

 Be thankful. Just try this for one day whoever calls you on that day speak cheerfully. REMEMBER there needn't be a reason to rejoice.

When you give Cheer to the environment around you it should definitely give back (double the time) what it gets from you.

Keep Smiling!!! After all YOU DESERVE it!!