TO THE YOUTH OF INDIA

Are we on the way of achieving the great man and beautiful soul's dream- Vision 2020? 

A small analysis by one of the citizen of India. Yes we are. We have the younger generation as big and as energetic as possible. We have made a difference in this election by throwing away the set of politicians who were dumb in terms of administrating the country and active in terms of making money both in state and central level. We are sustaining a period of economically down period, where our so called competitor China's stock markets have crashed leaving most of the nations shocked, thinking about their own economic environment, expecting a blow anytime. We have great scholars, technical freaks, researchers and hard workers in every field. 

So what are we really waiting for? 

Cant we get there even before the target year?

Yes of course. But why are we not sure about it? 

Let us see from the top. 

1. The younger generations energy is not channelized. 

2. The change in government has given us some hope but still there are people who have started feeling all political parties are same in getting personal benefits from people's money.

3. We have a stable economy, but a lot need to be done to hold on the place where we are, more stabilization needed and the black money need to brought back to help that. 

4. We have a lot of technically sound people and researchers but they get lost in developing things abroad. When they find out something new, India just becomes a witness, announcing itself proud. 

All of this should be changed. 

How can this be changed? is the question that pops up in every Indians mind.

There are ways. These are difficult for people who think themselves to be a middle class and if that happens to you by any means, please think of Kalam ji. Did he not sacrifice his personal life? He never called it a sacrifice though. We don't want to people to be unmarried. We just want every one to be a part of change. Part of his Vision. Part of India's Vision.

1. The younger generation should be guided. Job related to education should be provided. We have a bad notion on Education system of India. Was not a man from a government school become the mission director of a satellite launch? Did he not become the Honorable President of India? Think about this.

2. Yes. All political parties are same. All politicians are same. But we have equal right to be at their post as them. Joining politics is one heck of a thing in this society. But did we not create a history by giving a majority to one party because of the others corruption. If you have a thought of joining politics or creating a new party, never hesitate. India is different now. Indians have changed. India is young. Just go for it.

3. And about the black money. There can be ways to bring them back. But, if there are going to be this younger generation money makers, pledge yourself to the mother India that you would never grab the money that belongs to her. You know, it becomes black. Simple, pay the tax.

4. There is ought to be plagiarism in India. Yes, right and There are no research facilities. O, the hell. This is not true at all. Trading yourself to earn more is equal to prostitution. Kalam ji had completed his doctorate in MIT, Chennai and to his honor he has 6 doctorates in total. I think it all depends on the people who does the research and how they do that. If you can create something others cannot and if it is stolen from you, you have to prove it by creating something better than that.

As the citizen of India, just have a thought about it. If this message changes someone, at least one, I would be very happy. Because, believe every change begins with you, with us. Let us achieve. Let us be the change.

DREAM BIG.

BE A PART OF VISION 2020.

A SMALL REQUEST FROM THE APJ INSPIRED SOUL.

Dear God

Dear God,

I want to thank you this day. Today has been different. I walked through the sky and landed in the moon. I saw the earth from there and I found I would be a mere dot in this entire universe. I was astonished to see the moon was nothing more than a rock. I thank u for giving this world a life, water and oxygen. The universe is so beautiful. But my home is earth. That is where I belong.

I found the earth surrounded by satellites, most of them were mere boxes with no use to human kind. I could see the space centers down in the earth trying to figure out what have u created outside earth. I could see a great pile of electronic wastes equal to the height of mount Everest, I fear it was a city in China. I could see the clouds, I am sorry, they are smokes from vehicles and I was sure from the yellow marble building (Taj Mahal which was once white) that it was Delhi. I could see one part of the world starving in famine, wait the people look like Africans and on the other side I see people throwing tons of new food bags in the dustbin, I know they are Americans. I see IS in Syria and Egypt, fighting a unlawful war in the name of you, God, killing babies and animals by bombs. There were lot of groups. I have heard the world calling them terrorists. They were just trying to grab the lands. From where I stood, it looked all the same. There were no boundaries, no colors, no religion and no races. But it never caught inside these people. The lands were not named either. Though I refer with names of places, they were just names to refer, nothing more than that. It looked like there was no point in capturing any of the lands.

For when it all started as development to make life easier, to explore the unknown, to work on different fields to complement one another, the people have turned themselves into something that they were not before. We have divided ourselves into categories of all kinds, from religion to nations. We have made this world difficult to live.

In every way we have abused the world, turning it into a dustbin of electronic gadgets to choking it with polluted air to fighting for the authority over lands.

Thank you for making me know this. I now know how I have been a part of all these unworthy things. I know you love us. But the height of our needs have destroyed your beautiful creations. You should be angry now.

Sorry for making you angry. Actually we have been developing. Yes, that's an excuse and that is no way near to what we have devastated. If u would punish us, I know where we-"the dots" will go. I fear it is to the black hole, where nothing could exist according to human theory. We are sorry. You have been so good to us. Forgive us this time too.

~Soul weeping on seeing the plight of this earth

COUNT ON

COUNT ON

~Based on true story

It was a Tuesday morning and I was in a hurry to take my train to my destination Kodambakkam from St.Thomas Mount. It was a busy day. I had not renewed my train pass and there was a big queue in front of me. Even then, there was no irritation. Only that, I had to encounter this old lady sitting near the counter. I have seen her several times in this place. She always filled the place with a foul smell from the leftovers of her food. I have never liked her till that day.

That day she had a company of three people. She was not begging to them. It was them who were begging to her. There was this man in his forties, a lady almost his age in a pink nylon saree and a small girl, with a bag on each of their hands. The line in front of me was long enough and I had no choice but to hear their conversation. I was shocked to hear that man call that lady Amma. So, she had a family and still she was allowed to beg. I was furious on that man. If he had taken care of her, she would have never come to this stage.

He was pleading in such a low voice. With what I could hear, her son was requesting her to come back to their home. That seemed to be a good offer but I did not know if the old lady would accept it. I thought that going with her son was better than begging in a railway station. Now, the girl went near the old lady, calling her Patti. Her face lightened on hearing that. The girl hugged the old lady beyond all the foul smell from and around her. She said that her name was same as that of hers. The old lady's eyes were wet. I could get that the old lady had left their house when the girl was too small to understand anything, even before having a name. The small girl said that she would love to be with her always. I wanted to lift that child and say that I would pack the old lady up and send her to their address, for my heart melted seeing that little girl crying in a public place. The old lady was about to talk, when this lady in pink said some highly unpleasing words to the old lady. 

She said, "You want to eat without doing anything. Begging or stealing. Don't you have anything other than this to do in this world? If you had lived under me, you would have never begged."

When she finished, the little girl was looking at this lady with disgust. The little girl released herself from the old lady. She looked at the old lady with love. They talked a while without words and then the little girl went back to that man (her father) and wept. After a minute she said, "It is my fate to be without mother's love and let us not drag patti into this ditch", she said. I admired the little girl's maturity and thought that the ditch the small girl referring was more nauseating than the old ladies foul smell.

The man looked helpless and weak. He covered his tears with his red kadhi towel and saw his mother. She was now like a steel, hit by an iron rod when red hot. He left that place with his daughter. This pink saree lady followed them shouting some bad words and arguing that she was right and questioned them if she had done anything wrong. Nothing less than worse, I thought.

After filling myself with pity for the old lady, I saw the line and still I had 10 people ahead of me. So, now what? The day would be disaster, with lots of overwhelming feelings for this old lady sitting near the ticket counter. Then suddenly, a man in the most dirty cloth appeared from the crowd, moving directly towards the old lady. He looked the same age as the old lady's son. He came to her and said, "I thought you would leave without saying a good bye. Did they come? Your son and your grand-daughter. I only identified your son. I have seen him in the photograph you once showed."

She smiled at him.

"You are my unborn son. If you do not want me, tell me that. Don't show that by bringing my past to me."

"Don't be a fool.", he shouted."I always like to be with you. But, you love your son and grand-daughter right. You should go with them. Wait. I will bring them back. I can find them."

He was restless. He wanted them together. He wanted to see her happy.

The lady grabbed the man's dothi and made him sit and narrated the incident to him.

Finally, "Yes, I love them", she said, "But, I don't want to go with them. I gave my entire life growing my son to a good position in society. I never knew anything more than him in this world. When he brought another woman for his lust within 10 days of his wife's death and threw me out of my home for pointing out his mistake, I stayed without any regret in that house for his little girl who lost her mother at her birth. But, I left the home, only when he believed that woman over me for some unworthy money. He bet me with a bamboo stick and said that I was not loyal to anyone, not even to his father. He immediately regretted what he said and pleaded for my forgiveness. I forgave him. But, that does not take his word from my heart. I am hurt."

Five of them in the front and I just wanted to run to her and ask why did she not go for that little girl. She needs her care, was my point. The man repeated the same question to her.He should have heard my mind.

The lady turned to him slowly and said, "She will do good. I know. Because, she knows what life is. That bitch (She was referring to the pink saree lady) said that I have to accept my mistake if I have to enter that house. I can accept it for the sake this small kid. But, I cannot see this devil calling me a stealer in front of my little girl. First, that would make my little girl feel worse than this and would drain all the confidence in human kind. Second, now she would know how to stand against the world when it blames her for the mistake she has not done and the next time I see her, I should not beg. I should make her proud."

The man turned towards the wall and kept his hands on his face. He rubbed his eyes and said that he would get them something to eat and left that place. I never knew when I got my ticket. My legs automatically went towards the old lady and I offered her a ten rupee note. She smiled at me with content, rejected it politely and wished me good luck. I continued my day. There was no pity, but pride. The old lady had made a mark in that small girl's life and so does the girl.

A few days passed and everyday, I saw the old lady. She never begged these days, but she was cleaning the shops near the station and selling peanut cakes in train. 

One day I found the man with the dirty dress crying to the wall near the counter. He said, "Now you showed me how painful losing a Mother is. Come back and take care of this orphan. I will never beg again. We can work, earn and live as you said. We can be family. Come back to me, please." He was weeping like a child. 

I don't know if the old lady was dead or alive. I never felt sad. Wherever she is, she would be happy being her. Happy for another changed soul. She is the best teacher of life and the best learner from life.

In the wall it was written, "Don't steal or beg. Work and live till your last breath."

நண்பன்

நண்பன்

யுகங்கள் பல கடந்தாலும்,
கடலின் அலை போல,
நில்லாமல் உணரப்படும் என் எண்ணங்களின் வாய்கால் நீ!!!

நிறையாத வானம் தன்னை
நட்சத்திரங்களால் அலங்கரித்துக்கொள்ளும்;
நிறைந்த என் உள்ளம் உன்
வார்த்தைகளின் சாரத்தில்!!!

என் பயங்களும், நிறைவேறாத கனவுகளும்
உன் மனம் எனும் சாவி இல்லாப் பெட்டியினுள்!!!

இருவேறு கற்பனை உலகங்கள் நமக்கு,
ஆனால் அவைகளை பின்னிப் பிணைக்கிறது
நம் நட்பு எனும் உறவு!!!

இப்போது கட்டபட்டிருக்கும் அந்த கற்பனை மாளிகையில்
பூசப்பட்டிருகும் நம் நட்பின் வண்ணம்,
புயலிலும் வெயிலிலும் இடியிலும் மழையிலும்
அழியாத கண்ணியம்!!!!

தங்கை

தங்கை 

அலையும் கரையும் போன்றது 

சொந்தம் எனும் சுவை இது!!!

புரியாத வயதில் கிடைத்த உறவை 

சில நாள் பிரிந்த பின்பு புரிந்தது,

உயிர் தோழி எனும் உண்மை!!!

என் இன்பங்கள் அனைத்தும் 

உன் சிரிப்பின் பிம்பங்கள்;

என் துன்பங்கள் அனைத்தும் 

உன் மனதில் கடிதங்கள்.

சிறு வயதில் 

பசியென்று சொல்லதெரியாமல்,

கண்ணீராய் கரைந்திடுவாய்.

இப்போது 

பயமென்று பிறர் சொல்லிக் கேட்டாலும்,

அதனை சூத்திரமாய் வென்றிடுவாய்.

அனைவரும் வியக்கும் உன் உறுதி;

தமக்கையாய் நான் கொள்ளும் பெருமை.

பொறாமை பொறி தட்டும் 

பிறர் வெற்றி கண்டால்!!!

என் கைகளும் தானாய்த் தட்டும் 

அவை உனக்கு சொந்தமென்றால்!!!