Suicides...!!

My parents come from the state in India wer there are maximum suicides. Hey no ! not Vidarbha. At least there its farmers who cant pay their debts who suicide. Im talking abt krla were every year there is an average of 9000 suicides..!! He he..!! U mite wonder "Are there so many ppl in the state ?". Well the actual numbers may be lesser. But still it accounts for so many. Now thats something to poder abt. Lets take India as a whole. As per statistics "Out of every three cases of suicide reported every 15 minutes in India, one is committed by a youth in the age group of 15 to 29". And thats the age wen they shud learn to face problems and emerge out of it. Wat is the reason for such killings? Whether it is some other person or ur own self it is murder and i seriously wonder wat these ppl hav faced that they act think of taking up a knife and ending theie life. Its simply immaturty, they hav not seen the major sorrows in the world. Havin faced success for majority of their lives a small pinch of failure seems to put them down. Nowadays parents protect their kids so much that wen they go on to the real world they are not able to contain it. The youth never understand that there's more to life than winning every time. They've been pressurised to be on top from their school-going age, they consider themselves a failure wen jus one problem occurs. Problems will always be der, for everyone. Why not jus take the positive aspects and enjoy the time till den given. Many reasons can be given for wanting to take ur life away. But then shudnt one remember that life can be lived jus once? There is so much out there in the world we havent seen. Shudnt we get to see them all. As I so often feel
Life will give u hundred reasons to cry....but show life that u have thousand reasons to smile.
Live Life. Love Life.
There is no person who had been born, had lived and died in sorrow//
There is no person who had been born, had lived and died in joy.

God's Own Country....so they say..!!

It is a bit saddening to write abt my ancestors state in this fashion, but then facts cant be helped. Kerela inspite of all its shining numbers wud never be a place wer u wud want ur children to grow up. Lush green fields, unadultered beauty in its virgin form, the best place for ayurvedic treatment all true. but kerela within itself hides facts not many will be happy to no. It ranks first in the Human development index and still der are reportedly 9000 suicides every yr. The sex ratio is among the best in the country wid 933 females for every 1000 males but then it stands first in crime rate and atrocities against women. The infant mortality rate is only 14/1000 the lowest in the country but here's then wats the use if they end up being drunkards for life? it takes the first place for the most flourishing liquor trade wich was so quite evident in the large number of deaths that occured due to illicit liquor few yrs back. And of course the literacy rate. Thats world famous. Kerala has more than 90% literacy but is it known that the employment rate is too low there compared to other states. Bus conducters in kerala are all graduates or post graduates, and if u r lucky u may even find an engineer or LLB graduate there.!! Though it ensured basic schooling for all Kerala faltered in market relevant higher education. But u cant blame the governments alone. The ppl in Kerala themselves shud hav the mind to change. Tho outside the state they are ready to do any menial job widin they want only the white-collared ones and wont do any work except for the prescribed wages. And the strikes. Kerala doesnt need a reason to hav an hartal. They'll even hav one if Bush hits his dog in anger (well animal rights are common everywer u no). Ask abt kerala and everyone will say 'God's own country', '100% literacy' and 'Matrilineal Society'. But then literacy, physical health, even logevity mean little if there is no mental harmony. The unhappy ppl in kerala make for an unusual and an unusually sad fable.

Christmas Jingles

Well all this heat is enough to make me dream o december and Christmas. Wow !! one of the best fetes in the world, so colourful, so much life, brings joy in every kid's heart and also in mine...but the beat I love in Christmas are the carols. So here go a list of my favs...Act this list has all the songs I no...additions will happen as an wen i learn more:
Angels from the realm of glory
Away in a manger
Come the long expected Jesus
Deck the halls wid boughs of Holly
Everbody needs to have a holiday
Hark the herald angels sing
Jesus our saviour kind and good
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bells (Dashing thru the snow)
Joy to the world
Long time ago in bethleham
Mary's boy Child
O come all ye faithful
Oh Christmas tree
Said the bright sky to the little lamb
Santa claus is coming to town
Silent nite
The drummer boy (Come they told me)
The first Noel
We 3 kings of orient are
While shepherds wathced their flocks
Wind thru the olive trees.

Wats the difference ?!?

A mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car when hespotted the famous heart surgeon in his shop, who was standing off to the side, waiting for the service manager to come to take a look at his car.

The mechanic shouted across the garage,"Hello Doctor!! Please come overhere for a minute."

The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic. The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and askedargumentatively, "So doctor, look at this. I also open hearts, take valvesout, grind them, put in new parts, and when I finish this will work as a new one. So how come you get the big money, when you and me is doingbasically the same work?"

The doctor leaned over and whispered to the mechanic....

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He said: "Try to do it while the engine is running ".

Tell them before its late

One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in a war and the teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The placewas packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless .
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you San's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'Yes.' Then he said: 'San talked about you a lot.' After the funeral, most of San's former classmates were there. San's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. 'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on San when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.' Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of San's classmates had said about him. 'Thank you so much for doing that,' San's mother said.. 'As you can see, San treasured it.' All of San's former classmates started to gather around. Arnie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.' Raul's wife said, ' Raul asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Chris said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Diane, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Diane said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'.
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for San and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Farewell my friends

I will not say good-bye

Yet I would say farewell

For we shall meet again

That I can foretell.

The future is unpredictable

Tomorrow is uncertain

Keep our laughs and memoirs

But I wish you have no burden.

We shall keep on learning

Remain as students and become as mentors

Face the unknown with confident yearning

Pursue our life endeavors.

Farewell, my friends, adieu

I utter it with pain

Farewell, my friends, adieu

In sunshine or in rain.

Farewell, my friends, adieu

This day would come, we knew

Our dreams we shall pursue

For now, my friends, adieu.

Southern residency Again

This was the second time we were going there. And i cudnt stop thinking abt the first. It was a sudden decision. We werent hungry but still we wanted to go. Simply cos after havin been in SSN for 4 yrs we had never been to SR-the closest thing to civilization in this desert. We had no money, had lunch to have and inspite of it 4 of us started to the so called '3-star' of Kelambakkam. And the fun we had there...gettin a lift from coll till SR, ordering the dishes, takin pics, talkin non-stop as always. That is a day i'll never forget. More spl cos we had never planned it. We wanted to go and der we were, sitting inside and havin our second lunch. Its always on-the-fly plans that works the best...tht'll always remain in the mind.

Finally Farewell !

Yes it was farewell today...the last day of coll officially. After this all of us ud be coming jus for the exmas and related work. It signifies the end of our relationship wid one institution that has seen our good and bad times for four. That has been the reason for our travel so far everyday. Making us feel lik v're onto a picnic (sometimes liked sometimes hated) everyday. There were so many things preceding this day. The apprehension till the end as to weder v will hav a farewell wat wid news of the princi being against it, the excellent work other depts did before ours and many politics (if u dint no...coll politics, esp chennai engg coll politics is one of the most funny ones). But as I had said we at last had that, the entire dept tog, girls in saris and guys in the traditional veshti (lakshannama !! [:p]). All of us taking pics in every square metre available in the coll wantin to make each portion immortal in our memories. Well guess thats the way every farewell ends. Anyho thats the way ours ended...act there was a bit more. There was the send off by our juniors but that isnt much to have mention here. The best portions i enjoyed in my final few days of coll...that will be noted here...forever...

All That Glitters on her is Gold

" If your father is a poor man, its not your fault But If your father-in-Law is a poor man, it's definitely your fault" Here is a faultless couple (Javed Miandad's son and his wife (Dawood Ibrahim's Daughter).........

All that Glitters is Definitely Gold . HOLD YOUR BREATH

Sab Chaltha Hain In India

A few characteristics u may find only in India. Well we are all known for these stuff.
*The humble bathroom mug-carried on all occassions, all places
*The all-season shower
*Mariage mart-Matrimonial columns
*The cricket crazy nation
*Ultimate suffix-Dazzle for degrees
*Love for recycling
*Holy cow
*Living wid plastic
*Life is all abt adjusting-Joint families
*Trash kings
*Talking the Hinglish way-Mixin of languages
*All that trumpetting-ostentatious display esp our mariages
*Crossing anywer, anyhow
*Punctuality by IST-Indian Stetchable Time
*The way we bend rules
*Seeing off-Our farewells
*Haggle hounds-Bargaining
*Love for nicknames
*Sifarish-Recommendations