learnings

The year is drawing close Prepare to repair body & mind Mount the blessings to count Inhale the love of close ones Exhale the negativism Laugh out loud Cry heartily Savour yourself..... Blast into the new year Renewed and ready To realise your Maqhtub!!!

This morning en route to work I saw a lemony green chord hanging from the USB port( in my car). It reminded me of my son's passion for music and more so of his passion of wanting to share it with me..I chuckled to myself. Each trip of his he brings me a piece of his world, his life to share with me.. When I reflect I remember that I have resisted listening to new numbers or singers unknown to me ( obviously I know very very very little). I try to whine and mumble that I am better off with the oldies. But he would make me listen and of course almost instantly I fall in love with this collection. After all it is a piece of him! Today as I pondered ( Pondering happened a lot today thanks to heavy traffic) I thought that every child beckons his/her parents to his/her world through such little acts.. Let us not hesitate to enter their world..  For what is lost can never be gained..

Xmas is a season of cheer..it's the season of loving and sharing. Often we speak of it but do not ponder over such acts. We take it for granted, like the love of parents, love of siblings, love of children, friends etc. I feel particularly proud today when I hold the prestigious iPhone4S!! I am a mere teacher with a meager salary yet I am a proud owner of this sleek gadget.. I received it as my XMAS  gift from my son. For the first few days I toyed with it, played with it and took the gift for granted.  This morning ( my enlightening moment) en route to work I pondered over this gift. I realized how selfless my son is. He has been consistently gifting me the latest cellular phones while he uses an older version or the run of the mill kind!  Would I ever be able to match his selflessness? This season he has enriched my soul..

Cradled amidst the Rugged and war torn Aravallis Lies the city of lakes. Her soil fashioned Men of valour and Women of beauty. Home to majesty and grandeur, Brilliant hues and strokes This city shimmers and gleams Beckoning us with Sunny warmth and hospitality..

It is with wry amusement that I read an article in today's newspaper (The Hindu)on the renaming of streets in Chennai. Each political party plays it's role on destroying or negating our rich History. The first step was to replace the 'colonial' names with Indian ones. So Mount road became Anna Salai, Nungambakkam High Road became Uthamar Gandhi Salai.. The next step taken by the aethist government was to negate the caste named street. So G.N. Chetty street became G.N.street and Brahmin street in Saidapet becomes Street. This is to erode the casteism. It is indeed amusing to note that both the young and the old still use the erstwhile names! History has been passed word of mouth. Casteism is still in everyone's minds, thoughts and actions which is evident in every political speech, caste based elections, in the common man's mundane life. The British did rule us. They did destroy our native economy etc. Even in their selfish interests, they did something ...

The golden orb in The blushing sky Above the sandy plains Tantalized us. Playing hide and seek Behind the dusty trees The setting sun sank Into the horizon Coloring the sky Into a brick red Rose the creamy gold moon In the sky opposite A simple disc of light In the dark desert sky Comforting us thro Our journey..

Dark skies and pregnant clouds. Dry earth spreads out To receive the downpour! Vermin and snakes crawl out Trees bow low Flowers cower Fruits cringe Seeds sing Children dance Rivers swell Seas sweeten My soul is still thirsty....