Happiness is in and around.,

My train to Chennai for a home weekend was scheduled for 9 pm. I had to rush in to reach the station as I had started late after sitting through till the end of a thrilling cricket match. Cricket was something which always had more priority than most things in life for most people, especially for me. The clock showed 8.40 pm when I huffed and puffed to the boarding point in the train with my heavy baggage of clothes. I made sure my washing machine at home was given a hefty load every time I got back home. I put the bags under the seat and got down to pick up some things to crunch and drink, having had dinner on the run.

"Coffee", I ordered to the IRCTC stall keeper.
He made me a cup of ground coffee and kept it by me.
I lifted the cup and bought it up and close to my nose. I sucked in the hot flavor of the rich South-Indian coffee. Only few things on earth can beat a well-made coffee.
I also got myself a packet of lays to serve my company as it often bores to travel alone.

It was almost time for the train to leave, and I got into it. I occupied my seat in the train cabin which had a mixed bunch of co-passengers.

What immediately caught my eye was a cute, 5 year old girl in the company of her father. The father seemed a patient young man. It needed patience indeed, to feed his daughter the packed dinner.

"Have this bite, your last one for the day", he had urged the kid for every bite.
"You can't cheat me. I have already had my last bite 5 times", replied the grumpy girl turning away her face.
The young father smiled at his daughter's comment as he soon realized his persuading techniques were past their age for his bright kid.
The man badly needed his wife to be have been around. His mind-voice praised his wife's deeds in achieving this herculean task day-in and day-out. Gentlemen shower the wives with adorable words only when they have missed them the most.
However, he hadn't given up. The fatherhood in him kept him going at the task, but a bit of frustration had crept in than before though.

I watched all this in awe as I sipped in my beaming coffee enjoying every bit of it on a moving train's breeze.

"If you eat, I will buy you a chocolate", in went one bite.
"See the crow there", she took in another in amusement.
"Only if you eat, you will grow big like me", she chewed in a quick few bites in realization.

"If you do not eat, this anna would catch hold of you", he alarmed pointing to me.
For a quick moment I wondered if I had appeared so threatening to be an example for what I was.
I knew I atleast had to act so, to do my bit for the kid's dinner.
"Yes, if you don't finish that Dosa, I will finish you", I said far from deceptive even to a child.
"hahaha!!!", the girl laughed out her last bite of dosa seeing my funny act.
I knew I had a chance in Tamil films being as worse as an actor that I was for a minute.

Finally, her dinner was over. Her father felt so proud of it. He seemed like he had conquered the invincible thing. The child got back to its playful self. Her Dosa-spread-mouth and the always-eager-eyes didn't leave my mind for the night.

Across my side were a son and mother who were keeping mum for most times. The bachelor-son was engrossed with his mobile. His mother was left with no company. She seemed to be worried, perhaps in mind of her responsibilities. The son, I presumed, had his share of worries with his girlfriend on texts.

By now, I had finished my lays packet with the scenes of life of my co-passengers keeping me interested.

By my other side, was two middle aged people, who were chatting profusely about banks and banking regulations, Apparently, they worked in different banks. They stressed on the pros and cons of each other's bank to win the argument. I wondered if they had a trophy to win on conclusion. They even for a minute didn't live life, only catering to their egos.

As I took insight of all this, I realized a few things. They were strangers to me, so for a very rare occasion I was viewing people as what they actually are but not as what I saw them to be. Being not related to them made devoid personal equations and helped me understand how people actually live each other's lives. People, I saw, were so engaged in life that the evident happiness in and around one's self went unnoticed. To the feeding father, it was a test of his temper. For the argumentative banking co-passengers, it was a battlefield with self-pride at stake. For the bachelor-son, life was not where he physically was. For his mother, it was about her non-existent son. To me, whose perspective was detached from their stresses of 'self-life', it meant the small little beautiful things around them that they themselves had failed to notice. The father had missed in his frustration to enjoy the child's nature. The self-possessed minds had a mind-block to think beyond "I, ME, MYSELF", which amounts to nothing. 

Once one is clouded with self thoughts he/she loses to live life. Only when one takes 'self' out from his/her system, would one have time for their 'real life'. By 'real life' I mean, what nature gives us- the sound of rain, the chirps of birds, the warmth of the sun, the chill of breeze and the music by the river. Real Life is in a cry, in a smile, in a word. It is in a cuddle, in a pat and in a touch. It motivates to find something to like and enjoy in each of the things around us. 'Self life' hardly keeps open our hearts and senses to the happiness around us. It only urges to go in search of a self-goal blind-folding whatever one's senses may like to feel that are evidently close-by. It only leaves one to find something to dislike and complain in each of the things around us.

As I went to bed on my train birth, I was certain that only when I took out all the 'first-person-possessive' words from my dictionary, I would live LIFE. Until then, I would be a mechanical entity whose search is always a constant and its realization possibly never. It is easier said than done to remove the self from one's thoughts. It is difficult than it may seem but it is not impossible. After all, every individual is made up of his/her egos; the lesser one shows it, the more beautiful they get to be known.

Cheers and Regards,
nagappstheblogger!!!

The Gender Rule

Human kind, like any other living species, has two basic forms of life as designed and designated by the creator. From tiny ants to the mighty elephants, life on earth is categorically either masculine or feminine. Now there must be a motive for this creative genius of God more than just the cause for reproduction. Looking beyond reproducing, what is God trying to let us know by differences in the character and nature within the same species? Is he meaning to say each of them are different to take up different roles in life? Does he not mean to say both are equally capable?

Whatever he may have meant to say, I am afraid, that hasn't definitely reached us correctly for now. At least to we, the human race.

If it was so designed that only one gender existed, to live life and possibly biologically reproduce with only the same, what would have been the intricacies? Obvious enough, survival wouldn't have even been possible with the world being a battle for existence, with no motive to show kindness. With creation of the second gender, God had done a masterstroke, thus inventing 'love'.

Now every man had a reason to live and not die- 'a woman';  every woman had a reason to live and not die- 'a man'. Survival would be without question. 'Love' would be the reason for living beings to want to cheat death. God always wanted nature to be the only reason for death as it is for birth. A man would always have a women to fall upon to wipe off his tears in a failure. He would have a soul to satisfy and make happy. A women would have a man to empower and mean happiness to. Unfortunately, if only, all this got to the human race's mind in the right way.

Co-existence and not Inferior-superior Complexes should mean to each other. If 'men' are defined in character as protective, hard-headed, ambitious souls, the reason they are designed so is only to serve their feminine love with their warmth and achievements and thereby to realize subsequent happiness. If 'women' are synonymous to responsible, understanding, decisive, lovable souls, they are built so by nature only to support their man and be the shoulder of strength in his pursuit of success. This doesn't mean to a decimal point that one is stronger than the other. I can surely defend saying, if men are physically dominant, women are mentally. So I believe undoubtedly, nature always evens out traits in genders to promote co-existence and not be a reason for dominance. 

The world society still working for equal women rights is a pity. That is their birth right from nature. The cause for the men domineering is a case of improper understanding of civilization through the ages of history.

Civilization through religion devised an effective way of family functioning for the goodness of existence. Men who had the physical strength to work the day had to be protect the interest of women; women seen to have more mental strength took care of the well-being of the household. I always believe a family's challenges are any day bigger than work's. The civilization knew the more difficult part had to be bestowed upon women. They lay such a road map to peace as only women were strong enough to be adaptive, prioritize love and help their men achieve great things as a result triumph in making a successful home. It was a well-designed template where it was believed every success of a man was a women's and a women's success was as a result of their man's. They lived for each other and thus co-existed. Unfortunately over the generations that was misunderstood as women are not more than good enough to be at home. This misinterpretation of culture started to be the beginning of the world's most precious resource, the women, going wasted.

How beautifully had nature made women so strong to have the assertiveness to persuade a man to strive, strive and strive despite failures! How beautifully had culture said a man should always believe he can satisfy the desires of his women while a women has to always believe her man is keeping her happy. How awfully has the following generations misunderstood all this to now be thinking men had kept women restricted to homes!

For the world to move forward, I strongly feel men must see the importance of a woman's role in their lives. Nothing feels better than to live for a women of your dreams. Girls, ladies and women need to know their best qualities are patience, care and affection. Only narrow-minds would think females can't be bold or authoritative. They can even be so, even better than men. Being what men are only ruins the beauty of femininity in them. It is their role to play a positive influence on their man to help him succeed and hence eventually succeed.

This Gender Rule which when well comprehended, like it was meant to be when it had originated, should pay rich dividends in peace and harmony to the society. If I did some part in conveying, what my native culture thought me, across fresh minds to value and celebrate the company of each other's gender for a successful life then I would consider myself proud of having authored this blog.

Cheers and Regards,
nagappstheblogger



           

Meet 'Pain' - the teacher...

"When would the bus reach Coimbatore?" asked my 19 year old cousin, while we both had just boarded our bus at 10 pm from pudhukottai, to reach our respective colleges the next morning on a Monday, after a weekend well-spent in our native village.

"It should get there anytime between 4 to 5 AM", I whispered my reply after a quick inquiry.

The mood was pretty good as we kept chatting about movies and sports till we went off to sleep. We, being of the same age-group, had our mouths open always when with each other.

As he dozed off to sleep, I didn't find mine as yet. An uneasy feeling from the stomach had warranted more importance. Picking relevance from the Kingly dinner I had had that night, I figured out all wasn't well with digestion.

The time grew past 12, the stomach's problems were only increasing by every lonely minute. I began to  throw-up out of the window of the last seat in the bus which I had occupied. The sound of my throw-ups and gasps woke up some of my co-passengers, as did my cousin brother too.

"What is the problem", echoed the visibly concerned elder brother of mine.

"Nothing but an upset stomach", I replied unconvincingly.

"Have water to help you out", he said, reaching out to me with the only bottle of water we had for us for that night.

As I used it to refresh me, I began to puke again. It seemed to be never-ending as the clock showed 2 AM. My physical pain had escalated eccentrically by then.

My watch had found its way to 3 AM when my words wasn't enough to explain the pain I had, in reply to my caring brother.

He, having known my history of problems which includes a surgery I had on my intestine as a ten-month old child, grew suspicious of the seriousness of the issue at hand.

"Should I give chittappa a ring now?", as he meant my father would be the person for him to address his concern to.

"No, lets reach home and see if I get better", I feebly replied. He understood I wasn't too keen on giving my father a disheartening wake-up call.

The bus had almost touched the outskirts of Coimbatore in the middle of all this by 4 in the morning.

He saw me spit out everything from food to coloured fluids to saliva as time called for dawn. He knew he had to notify someone for help now. He decided not to scare my father from bed in Chennai, so he rang up his father to address the issue without panic. Periyappa had inevitably taken the matter to my father in the best way possible without much haste. My dad, after the message had sunk in, made arrangements to take me to the hospital once I reached Coimbatore.

The bus reached Coimbatore at 5 AM as dawn reached us. We got down it. I hardly could even stand up straight as we waited for us to be taken to the hospital.

The first fluids of pain-killers brought me back to Earth after a 6 hour stay in hell. As diagnosis of my problem had started,the news grew serious across family circles. Mom and my maternal close-ones took the car from my native and Dad flew down on the first flight from Chennai. One of the most traumatic journeys in their lives,perhaps.

X-rays, blood samples and scans were taken from my body. I had become too weak to put any thoughts into mind or be an individual at all.

I asked one of the doctors who was considering my case, "What seems to be the problem?", to which she replied, "lets hope it is just a case of food-poisoning". I knew with the pain I had, that wasn't going to be the case although deep inside I wished it was.

Unable to come to a conclusion by early afternoon on what exactly was wrong, the Doctors called up my parents and advised for a laproscopic surgery to detail on the issue and correct it. Subsequently, I was made ready for the surgery with body hair near the stomach taken off. I felt a mixed state of tensed calmness. I didn't want myself to think anything.

By 3 PM in the late afternoon, I was guided to the operation theatre by the nurses. I had my dad waiting at the entrance of the theatre to leave me with 2 strong words-"Stay Confident". I replied with a nod, knowing that I needed to give him more confidence even though I didn't have much for myself at that point in time.

The operation bed moved near the doctor's medical kit. The doctor firstly wanted to get my mind ready for the operation. He began distracting my mind from the theatre's ambience. He questioned me about my college and the like. As my replies kept coming, an anesthetic drug filled my nerves growing from my right hand to my right shoulder. I went unconscious soon after.

I woke up on a bed of the ICU.
As I regained the feel of life, I asked the nurse nearby, "What is the time now?".
She replied, "6 o'clock"
My immediate question was,"Morning or Evening?".
The nurse with a caring smile said, "Morning. And the date is 31.12.2008"
I then realized I had lost a day in my life. I was operated on the 29th of December and woke back to existence on the day after.

As I moved up the bed, I put my hand on my stomach to feel it. I had a line of stitches on it. I then understood from the nurse that it was not just a laproscopic surgery that I had, but an open surgery as the problem seemed more complex.

I finally discovered from my surgeon that I was a case to intestinal hernia (a medical term which means the intestine has dislocated). I was also told by him that I was absolutely fine after the surgery. I questioned him on the cause of such a problem to me. He said that it was natural and by birth. He made it clear my food habits hadn't got anything to do with it. My guilty mind was put to death with that statement of his. He finally signed off saying, "You are no different to anyone anymore; You are as normal as me, we shall dine non-vegetarian together after 2 weeks". I wasn't strong enough to put out even a smile in return.

Soon after the visitor's time had commenced, only two had permission to visit my bed in the ICU. My sister earned the first right from my other members of the family. She came near my bed and had no words but just tears. I wanted to extend my arm to wipe it off but didn't have the physical strength to do so then. She was followed by my grand dad. He looked confident and gave me just that as he left. It was something I very badly needed then.

I made sure I didn't shed tears in front of people who care for me to show that I remained confident. Deep down my heart craved for pouring out all emotions. I finally cried out when the room turned dark that night. A new year, 2009, was born as I vented out all pain.

This 'pain' had taught me many things by then. Firstly, the worst of 'Pain' had made my mind and soul ready to accept what ever comes my way however bad they may seem to be. Every morning since then, I feel the surgery mark on my stomach and say to myself, "When you have handled this, you can handle anything that may come your way today". I have become more confident as a person since then.

Photo caption: On the road to recovery, dated: 10-01-2009 

More importantly 'pain' had helped me to feel Love. From my father's words to my mother running her hand on my fore-head to my sister's tears and prayers, I felt love with every single minute during my recovery time. Perhaps, it is because I yearned for it the most then, that I felt it the most. That is why, I always now think that those days were a blessing in disguise.

The reason I wanted to share this blessing of mine with all of you is exactly this: having experienced the worst of  'pain', I made sure that I must not give it to any others in my life ahead for any reason. It sowed deep into me that my success had no meaning if that had come as a result of someone else's pain.
So would your success mean. Pain is something 'unbearable'. I wish none of us are a reason for causing it. Let us contribute to each other's happiness in every little way possible. Life will be beautiful. And so will be people. 


With only Love and No pain,
Vignesh Nagappan.A

GOD is.

It was that time of the day when the Sun was scorching on the Earth's surface at the industry I was training in. As all hungry stomachs summoned for an afternoon meal to energize for work on other side of noon, labours were all in a hurry to grab their plate of food. That was when I noticed a daily-waged labour spot a 20 rupee note dropped by someone who probably had it to buy his food. For a man who earned Rs 120 a day as wages, it must have meant a lot. To my surprise, though, that wasn't going to his kitty. He had decided to defer his stomach's food demands for a while to find the man who had dropped it.

For a while, I lost myself in thoughts to gauge the reason behind the integrity of the man. To be certain, I called him over, to put forth the same as a question to him. He just had a line in reply, "God wouldn't have kept me happy if I had kept this money for me". 

It hit me hard on what 'God' meant to each soul. GOD meant, through religion, to propagate truth and love than to give precedence to selfish motives. This instance had helped me become so sure that 'religion' had achieved what it had set out to, in most cases than not. 

"Civilization is a struggle to keep ones' self control" goes a proverb. How would our world look like when none keeps their self control? To put into simple words, it will be like an hell on Earth. When cultures had began to civilize, to help frame the rules of the society, brought in the concept of Religion. Under Religion, they described what is Good and Bad. In other words, what is Godliness and Evilness. They knew in order to control one's self, they needed the seed of either 'Love' or 'Fear'. GOD came into existence.

They preached GOD was a symbol of 'Love' to people who did good and a symbol of 'Fear' to the people who did evil. Needless to say, different civilizations had different places of origin and hence different Religions leading to different forms of God. All was well, until the good and the bad line was distinct and not blurred. Thanks to atheists and the fights among religions on who's God is superior, in the later centuries, which have now blurred it.

Religion is the best gift mankind has. One needs to be religious as much as possible, complying to each of their religion's philosophies to be a 'good' person. I personally define a 'good' person as one who spreads love and tries his best not to hurt any other human's feelings. And I am sure that is exactly what each religion preaches. 

All good things bring along their share of negativism.  Like technology, Religion was no exception to 'nothing comes without its shares of problems'.

With Religion, it was being a case to money making for some sections of the society.The numbers of the religion based money-makers are ever on the raise with gurus, fortune-tellers and worship-place money seekers in various forms. That has ruined the authenticity of religions. That has made people,youth especially, to turn a blind eye on religion or has lead them to understand religion in the wrong way. That has only led to further blurring the line of what is good and what is not, doing no good to the society's civilized functioning. It sure needs to be addressed in the society. The best way to address it would be to propagate religion in the right way bringing up its true motive which is to preach goodness and divinity, especially to young minds. However, the heartening fact now remains, as I inferred with the little example of my daily-waged labour colleague, Religion has had relative success emphasizing that its positives outnumber the negatives.

I thought I would do my bit to promote 'Goodness in the form of religion' through this blog. If this blog is helpful in propagating to the society that, religion is not just about going to worship places and offering prayers but more about 'DOING GOOD and BEING GOOD', this blog's and my purpose are achieved. 

Be Religious; Find the GOD in you and turn Godly,

Regards and cheers!!!

nagappstheblogger

Modern, are you?

A youth just out of his teens, on the streets, passed by me. His hair, coloured into shades of pale to deep brown in varying parts. His face with curvatures of hair carvings. His neck boasted of a strap metal chain. His outfit had nothing to do with the climate nor the weather that day, an over-coat on a bright sunny day, more to flaunt the tee inside. Well, that was not all, he did public service too, brooming-up the path he trotted, with his overflowing jean trousers. The reply he had to give me for this style of his presentation was that he was being 'modern'.

When I was in my lower classes learning what each word had to mean, I understood the word 'modern' meant keeping-up in pace with time and its changes. I, for once, thought school education had failed me. Then realized, it wasn't education that had failed me but it is the roots of the society which has.

Unfortunately to the society's eye, not only keeping in pace with time was being modern; but also to keep in pace with the trends of the markets; mostly western, who find a huge target in us to sell their products. To sell the products that they make for their culture, they must first sell their culture to us. Only that would make us attracted to their products. Their culture comes to us disguised as Modernization.

Our culture which was civilized even when westerners were barbarians, is now pushed to psychological limits where it is made to feel it is inferior to some other counterparts. We, ultimately lose our culture and thus our identity. We turn puppets in the hands of the globalizers with every single step of sucking our culture and injecting theirs. We, eventually, unknowingly become a servant to their desires.

The bitter fact now is, it is hard to find a place in our society and culture where there isn't an external influence. From our native language to our daily way of life, we are adulterated. English, for a simple instance, forms a part of even the deep-rural parts of our country which is supposedly lacking in the basic communication channels. I wonder if one knows the translation to 'pen' in their respective languages. If any tamil folks out there think 'penna' is the tamil equivalent, then I am afraid, you are the ones who are most affected, rather 'deeply-penetrated' in the marketing terms of globalization.

If the world was ruled by the black people rather than the whites, Black would have been the colour you would like your child to be born in. The reason being, we perceive what is good by what we are preached is good.

'Kayalvizhi', a name carrying its culture's imprints, isn't a name worth to be coined for a child from a tamil household anymore, as that would mean the child would be looked down by the western culture which is the domineering influence right now. This is evidence enough to show that we have put to shame our culture which deserves Kingly honour. If this grows to be the common case, we would have conceded that we will turn the way our bosses like us to see, digging our pride in a deep dark-pit.

My worry is, we do all this in the name of making us modern. My pain is, our people don't take pride in our culture. The little fact is that your own culture can contribute to creating modernity. My finding is, the more ethnicity you bring in to your way of life, the more modern you get. The more you trace the grassroots of your culture the more confident you feel about yourself and your way of life. That yields modernity in thoughts and that only makes you a modern person. The only thing different about the origin of each culture is the geography of its civilization. Thus, nothing better than your own culture can teach you the best way to lead a life in that particular geography. Thereby, I see absolutely no reason for any superiority issues with culture, language, religion and the tensions surrounding it.

So let us get 'being modern' right. If you think, if you westernize in attire, go on malls and hit on burgers, you would be called a 'modern' person; then you are one of the most narrow-minded people going around. It is time you realize, Westernization and Modernization are two different things, of which you form the former's part.  If you think you need to change with time, stop writing inland letters and get onto typing mails; then you are sensible in understanding what is modernity. One is ONLY MODERN if his thoughts are modern. For thoughts to be modern, the self-realization that culture doesn't come in the way of being modern, must be idealized. After all, modernity is a mental entity, not a physical one.

So, are you modern? Think and change the way you live. 




To my modern readers,
Cheers and regards-nagappstheblogger.

Marriage is Bliss!!!

A pair of tired legs entered its home after a long day's workload midst the filthy society's battle-yard. A pair of beautiful lips greeted it with shades of teeth playing hide and seek beneath it. The soul bearing those legs turned alive with the sight of his queen. The hopeless heartbeat jumped its rate proportionally as the smile of his lady grew. Eyes which always wanted to switch off a minute ago, never wanted to anymore. Love filled the air. Marriage was bliss. Rather, it always is.

The pleasures in a relationship are in-numerous. Each soul seeks its companion, marriage is its ultimate victory. I have always wondered why is the society so negative about marriage. Isn't marriage the greatest of all relationships that exist?

We share life with no body else on earth but our better halves. Life is different for different individuals. It is the most difficult thing to share. Her interests become his' and his' become hers. That is the first time one begins to live not for oneself but for another soul. That is on which love builds a concrete platform. When this basement is well-laid, no force on Earth can dare break it.

The society's fears of marriage only lingers when the soul's are disconnected. When life is shared, the two entities become one. Do the evils of individuality, like ego, dominance and arrogance, even have a chance to show-up then?  Marriage can only be bliss.

However, life being the most difficult thing to share, to be able to achieve it needs the quality called 'acceptance' from both the parties of marriage. People are what their experiences shape them to be. No two people have the same experiences in life. Even if they do, perceptions of those experiences would surely differ. So how does one blur the line of individuality to succeed in marriage and reap its rewards of happiness? Just the thought that one's interests aren't as important as their partners' would do. Let me emphasize again, this thought must be sowed on the minds of BOTH the parties concerned in the relationship. Just one way traffic would only have an adverse effect. If this thought is ensured, marriage surely is blissful.

I have always had the habit of dedicating each of my blogs to the people who inspired me to write each of it. In that case, I should have dedicated this to my to-be wife. But, having myself to dedicate for her, I thought this blog can only be a show-case for our relationship  to-be. I am sure, this blog will show us the way forward whenever the individuality line shows-up in our relationship. So will it, for all of you.

WISHING U ALL A HAPPY MARRIAGE.
cheers,
nagappstheblogger

Wake up,will Parents?

Every child on its first day of birth is neither good nor bad.It is the experiences that make it one way or the other.The society is cruel with its spoilt people,doing no good to a growing child. When I say spoilt people,I mean the people who give no time for their kids.  

Many would disagree with me when I say, people prioritize ambitions to love.When love is to be lost to win, I am afraid,almost all chose to lose love. Winning at all cost,makes the real world a tough place to live in. I don't quite believe in the 'survival of the fittest' theory for mankind in livelihood. That betrays peace and kills love. All this has had an effect on the outlook of the world. When people believe making money at all cost is right, the society wears a look of falsity of kindness upfront and the true look of hatred deep inside.

The world of marketing, politics and entertainment have a deep psychological impact on the society, especially on the way a child grows up to be. When these sectors play the game of money and competition,the virtues go for a toss. They would make the society believe in things that aren't.


Our actions are a result of 'how we are made to live', rather than 'how we really like to live'. Read on to digest this bitter fact.

The marketing world would make fashion the way they wish their products to sell. It is made to believe these days, if one doesn't exist on FB, they exist no more. I am due to credit the marketing efficiency to make us believe its so important. This demands a child as young as 10-12, to get back from school to log-in and make his presence felt on the so-made present day fashion, rather than to take his books for exams the next day. He being so young, I doubt desires to network all by himself without the push force of the society. The next case in point- a sports' bike maker injects in us, it is stylish only to ride at 100-120 kmph. The advertisements show all girls looking only at a rider flying past them, only to put the slow and careful riders to shame. Accidents happen, only in reality and not on ads.Wonder if, girls would actually like a speedy man, had not it was marketed so. Wonder if, guys would breeze past, had not it was marketed so.Again the culture of what is sensational, is clearly media driven. Hence, understandably fashion changes and so do people.

Looking beyond, the media and the entertainment world open the Pandora's box to a child's life. The 14 yr old child sees Rajnikant, throw up his cigarettes and his villain having a party time with at-least a dozen of party girls. Something tells the kid, this is how people celebrate. When he gets to his days of celebration, I don't think he would know a way to celebrate than what he saw from the movies. Again the motto of the movie is to sell itself than to teach the kid a bad lesson. If the child had been told it could celebrate better by sharing love with chocolates and mom's kisses,the society wouldn't have been so bad to live in. Money bound ambitions gaining priority over love amidst the society, needs no better justification than this.

The society wouldn't change unless we make it to. So the people whom I mean spoilt are required to assume a Herculean task to make the kids aware of what is right and what is not. They need to cull the time they spend for making money and devote it for their kids. After all, they owe much more than just quality time for their children. Under their squeeze and demand for money in life, more often than not, the parents speak the language of money at homes. That is when a child subconsciously takes money to be more important than anything under earth. So their cognizance of the above mentioned demons in the society, in the first case, becomes absolutely essential. Communicating what is love to their child should be the primary task of a parent. If this root cause is dealt with, kids grow better and subsequently the world would become a place of less regrets.

My parents who have made me understand exactly this, need a special mention. To them I dedicate this blog, which I believe should communicate to my readers what they did to me.

Cheers!!!