Do not Neglect the mirror!

This is just the preview..#8 page long story would b published later.

A mirror speaks!

I’m here on one of my boring days. Why? Because no one here looks at me since little ILAYA left to her boarding school. And it seems like they may not have me here anymore. So am once again out of a home to go to a new place. While am resting here to be carried away, I am reminded about the last time I was in a shop where there were a number of mirror friends.We speak very often about our experiences in different places.Here is something that usually happens between us & you.

- People, they generally come towards us & want to see the best. Sometimes they do get annoyed & walk away angrily- as if we had done a blunder by not reflecting the way they wanted to look. It is those times I wish I knew magic. But not to forget - SOME OF THEM WOULD GIVE US FLYING KISS TOO at times-Rarely ;)

- Babies keep coming to us; sometimes keep looking at us for hours. Sometimes they keep smiling & chuckles when they see us reflect their beautiful smile. Ahh… I can spend a whole life reflecting their beautiful emotions.

- Pet cats & dogs playing around unless they are tired or carried away.Hehe.. I just love to see the way they keep scratching us.

- Gorgeous girls ;) standing for hours & the way they apply the so called make-up over an over again to only spoil their natural beauty. SIGH* I WISH I COULD TELL AT LEAST ONE OF THEM- Come on stop now! You look just great. Don’t apply that thing anymore.

- Handsome boys trimming their mustaches. LOL! Some amateurs just don’t understand the word “Symmetry”. Glad I don’t have a mustache.<>

- Expecting mothers – First timers especially, trying in fact struggling to fit in their old clothes. Hahaa… You should see their emotions, so very rare & unique! Even they themselves will not be able to see that again.

I Shall tell you later about the stories my friends have told me. But I do have few points to tell you from my experiences & my friend’s.Well, don't get offended by anything said here , won't you understand & cope when your friend says something that you do not like.

#I have seen many people complain about the looks. Well, you humans are all beautiful in your own ways. Each of you has a face which is your unique to be identified (unless you have a twin). There is nothing for you to complain about. There was no reference given to create you. Each one of you are unique. And there is no one pretty and no one awful with looks. Every person is a new doll we see.

#Each of you are unique & beautiful to us. Unlike us! What shape can I tell I have, what colour would I say Iam. Does Messy have long hair, or Silent have a big mouth? Does Ms.Antique have a sharp nose? Can I answer that, can u? No! We do not have an identity like you. You have been lucky to be what you are. And I feel the same way too! We are what you are. A happy person in front of us makes us happy too. We smile. We reflect your smile. Every complaining look makes us do the same. When you look at the mirror do not expect – just observe & do not fail to see what you see.

#Looking at the mirror is good, for many reasons. You know how you look & how you must cope to be your best. Imagine a person who never looks at the mirror, do you think he will have any idea about when to trim his mush or when to shave? He would grow barbaric, won’t he?

Fat people would realize how rapidly they are putting on weight, they may control their diet accordingly if they note the change. I have heard a wise woman say “Your body is your first doctor, it never fails to tell you what is happening inside.It never fails to warn you. Only that we fail to pick up its signal sometimes”

# We help you groom yourself. Sometimes the greatest way to practice your speech or presentation is by standing in front of the mirror & practicing your speech. There is no one better than yourself to note what the mistakes are & accordingly you can make the changes. May it be the way you stand or the body language, we are there to help you help yourself.

#Dressing!! For heaven’s sake, please wear clothes that look good on YOU. Never see someone else look very pretty in some of the dress & try them out blindly. Trust me! An elephant looking huge may be a stunning sight, but a lion would look majestic only in its own size. Can you imagine a bunny in the size of a hippopotamus? You would run screaming, won’t you?

Then why scare us & the rest?

I wish I could personally call you or at least scream & cry when you wear a silly dress that is NOT made for you. But we cannot, we are only designed to reflect & we do not try that may be nice for a human but not for us. Whenever you wear a dress (definitely when it’s the first time), take ample time to check if the dress covers you properly & doesn’t look awkward or funny by looking at your reflection from all sides. If you haven’t got a bigger mirror, do ask people in your house. For I have seen the way some people look good when observed from the front side but not so from another angle. And if you are asked about the dress, do not try to be modest & lie that it looks good when it doesn’t. It is better to let your loved one know that “It looks pathetic” than to see them cry for someone had said something about it at work or outside home.

# And what not….. Spare a smile when your day starts. Do smile at us , for there is always the most beautiful face waiting to smile back at you. Never complain about your face – it looks great for it is unique.

With that note I shall now get back to the waiting… I never know whom I would meet. I may land up in your home next to tell the people what you have taught me, through my next story!

Come on! Smile – I would like to do that when I leave you. That’s Nice!

How was my smile? ;)

Lastly “Never neglect the mirror!”

MEDIA Culture - growing Uncultured.

Here is my version of the song I'll stand by you. Not a great song. But loved it especially by one of the performers in American idol. Reminded me of the tamil song " Kangalil enna eerama? Nenjinil enna baarama?"
To hear the song please click on the appropriate links given below,
I'll stand by you - For Dial up users
I'll stand by you -For BB users

Now, coming to the post :)
MEDIA Culture - Growing Uncultured.
Last week was excellent for We in our family did get some time to spend with together & it was Quality time ;). TOUCH WOOD. On Sunday morning while I was browsing through the news paper, I came across the TV programme column and this idea to watch a movie together with family struck me. And my eyes fell upon one movie that was joked alot about during the college days, starring one of the heroes from the movie boyz(which i have not seen yet- never will see too.)

I was told it is an ADULTS only movie. So I rechecked the timing- it was the evening movie!!

DUH!!!

Are people losing sense these days?? Don’t we get to watch a decent movie ATLEAST on weekends??On a Sunday evening..come on! There got to be a mistake! But nope, that was the movie played that evening & we ended up watching a different show.

Its time Tamil channels also better start to have the U,U/G,A notifications while playing movies- the trend that Star movies follow really well.

MOVIES- These days they are playing adult(e)rated movies on channels that are supposed to be showing family entertainment movies. It is the responsibility of the parents to make sure kids are watching good programs only. Sometime back(a couple of times) they did play the movie Boyz on Sunday & on a festive day. This movie is not a good choice for kids to watch. Does it mean this generation is taking everything for granted? Those who chose to telecast these- are they trying to take any revenge- probably a childhood problem? Is there even someone in the censor board who do some WORK AT ALL? People who telecast -Don’t they have any idea about the fact that people sit with family; mainly that children watch these?

These days most of them in the movie industry do not seem to realize the responsibility & that is one reason am so against people going crazy over those who don’t even realize the fact that they are spoiling & corrupting young minds.

Not just hero’s, but the heroines too.I accept that the competition is too much for these girls these days to get an offer, because the directors have lost sense about on what basis one should be chosen to act as heroine. And that has brought in a lot of junks inside the industry, which once had heroines like ….. (am only getting the picture of black & white movies’s! :O yes ofcourse….There are decent one’s in later years too..) Revathy, Suhasni….. And a FEW more.

These days the need for a glamour artist exclusively is cut down. Lucky directors! May be that’s one reason they don’t mind about getting cheap girls (No offence- girls who come in at cheap rates to act) to act as heroine. They don’t care about the kind of moves they are asked to do in a dance & the costumes for the dance & sometimes the dance itself actually has no role in that scene or the following one. Best example in that category is - in the movie Rhythm(Not a bad movie though :P )When the kid is enjoying the rain at night in the terrace there is this song Ayyo pathikuchu…pathikuchu… And I went like. “Did I by mistake change the channel or something?” From no where people start dancing in the stage & the kid who was supposed to be in bed sleeping is there in the podium sitting watching the dance. Apdiye potaalum..ippo mazhai ila peyudhu..edhuku indha ponnu pathikuchunu koovings?? Kodumai !?!

Our tamil industry hero’s are not exceptional- they are ok with any silly mannerisms & some stupid dialogues that do have double meaning. Vulgar dialogues(Sombu movies), rubbish gestures(Poriki – yaaradhu pokiri’nu padikrahdu??....i meant porikki seyra velaigal), Horrible onscreen behaviour , NOTHING-BUT RUBBISH. I can understand if they are trying to screen a bad guy turn good guy. In that case if hero’s act as how villains would, its fine. But they are imposing on us to accept the hero be that way through out the movie – that is being the actual personality- the hero do stupid things , tease girls, do all rubbish, Behave like an absolute Idiot , Speak filthy language, Dress indecent, still more to list….YUKK!The very thought that these are the guys – today’s young generation is going crazy over annoys me, ire me & worry me!

What are they to be celebrated as great heroes for?? Instead they can go for a Mr.Bean or say vivek rasigar mandram & have a huge cut out for him (Come on – give the guy some credit, if you can take these morons as HERO! He atleast puts a smile &even make you laugh! He has a huge fan club :D Lets not pull him here…..)

My only question is why all these hype for SOME GUY who do not even care about what he is corrupting the young minds with? Certain things cannot be undone & corrupting young minds is one! Well, the language~ Dialogue- acting- dance- ….in the name of this, these guys do all funny awkward things & they are accepted by a huge crowd. To be frank not just accepted but celebrated too!

In a crowd where everyone is a fool but one man who may differ in the idea may be looked upon as an idiot, that doesn’t leave him with option to act a fool. But that is what is happening today! Even those who do understand this, act stupid – they just want to move with the crowd. So they also join the bajan! Although they know that this guy is absolute curse for the culture!

Name just any movie – any actor - any thing. They go HOOGAA HOOGAA!

If it’s the TOSS…”hey macha Toss superdaa..Naan first day first show parthen da.nee?”

Or PORIKI-…”Dey PORIKI…enna padam da… Namma vaal/mooku/kannu enama nadichrukaar pathiya. Kovil dhaan”

Or FREEDOM-… “Freedom! Summa top gear’la odudhula padam. 3 dhadava pathuten dee!”

I have no personal aversion towards any one in the movie industry. But I do respect people who act with SOME DIGNITY & RESPONSIBILITY, which is like....very rare now. Thanks to people with some dignity like ;) aravind swamy who has gently withdrawn from this rat race.

If and only if the directors, script writers, lyricist & actors (well they can choose what not to do atleast!) act more responsible, things will get any better. Otherwise we may be leading the future to grow numb to such non-sense. Simply by repeatedly getting us used to see such non-sense they are trying to impose & make us take it as sense. But non-sense is always going to be that. And we must not forget it.

We are able to understand that the media is not actually bothered about what to play, when to play & movie makers too forget what SENSE is. If we are paying Rs 50 for a drink & there a sip of drainage in it we cannot ignore it. Will you? So is the case when they make movies. They should rate them properly- HONESTLY! And those who telecast them in TV should know what to play when. Its alright when you have any non-sense in an adult rated movie. But they keep giving us non-sense in those that the younger generation watch and try to get the idea that THIS IS NOT WRONG, when it is absolute CRAP! Individual has to be responsible. Its each one’s responsibility to know what is right and wrong. But it would be better if these people in the media act responsible too.

The present TV culture is spoiling kids. The programs where kids are asked to call the VJ’s to have a chit chat with shows how far it has gone. Sometimes watching kids speak I that show, really would make you feel dizzy. They are so much spoiled by the media.

NOTE TO THE PARENTS:

# Know what your kid is watching.

# Suggest the shows that are suitable for them to watch.

#Encourage them to go outside & play. Trust me, it is better than watching the stupid box.

#Channels like Discovery, National geography,History channel can also be fun.Do find out programs that could interest your kid in the junior time.Of course Disney,pogo,CN,Nickelodeon,...goes without saying. :)

# It is better not to watch certain shows with kids around. I do not imply late night shows, but today – yes the shows that really do have some not-for-kids stuff. That also includes some of the songs – in the music channels.

#Never hesitate to tell your kid that – "This is not what it is, these are buffoon in the movies that act this way simply to make money. In real world people do not talk or behave this way. If they do so they will be looked upon as nothing but fools."

# Do tell them that- it is only an entertainer and not a preacher.

# When you see your kid imitate any of the acts/dialogue's/song that are not appropriate for kids (seena thaan too)- stop the kid right there & tell that it is Wrong & not to follow or imitate these. It may be entertaining & amusing for you to see your child imitate but it is never good. This could in fact encourage the child to create a passion towards such things.

# Do get some good videos , nice movies and ask your kid to watch it, you can join him too and make the time a pleasant memorable time.

# Encourage the kids to get involved in creative works than watch TV. These days the cable channels do not have nothing big left for the kids to learn from. They are out of good stuff. Only rarely do you find something nice & do watch it with them.

# Try to make your kid understand what may be suitable to watch & what not in your absence too. Encourage the kid being responsible by reward-punishment method. Punish doesn’t mean spanking the kid :)

Let them grow healthy…. Healthy mind is necessary for a healthy body.

Growing up cultured is even more important!

All that I have shared in this post are my personal views. They are not intended to offend any one. Thavarai meendum meendum seivadhanaal, adhu sari endru aagi vidaadhu! Adhanai pondradhey idhu - indraya thiraipada kalachaaram.

The guilty me!!!

I Returned home – with the guilt!

The guilty idiot ~ that I am!

It was a very beautiful day. 3 of us (Me,co1,co2) planned to have a day out together & decided to go on our own. Traveling on our own is so much fun & adventurous.Every time there is something new I see/observe, sometimes- strange, nice, funny,adorable,sad,beautiful…name it.

But today what I saw was pathetic & more annoying. This took place in one of the public toilets – in Chennai. Oh come on, this is not yet another complain on sanitation…but a humanitarian crisis! And no joke!

While in the morning…say at around 9 or so…we reached this place & 2 of us wanted to use the rest room. So we went & paid the money to a really VILLI looking fat lady(More like the one who keeps speaking filthy dialogs in tamil movie- kasthuri maan) in the counter & walked in. I observed a small girl – not a kid though… an adolescent –say some where between 12 to15 years of age. She was sitting on the floor & washing some clothes. This very sight was not very comfortable to see… How could someone wash the clothes in public rest room & use it? Alright…not my business & may be this is a better place for this girl to wash. And I noticed she was not wearing a very comfortable wear. It was more like the slips/(Commonly called as)shimmi ....that is generally worn as an inner garment but yeah- kids do roam around wearing that, because it looks more like a sleeveless frock. But is generally not a comfortable wear to come out in public with. I smiled at the girl in embarrassment when she looked up at me. And we left & had our long day spent in the longest way we could have. And yes – it was a wonderful day until we returned to the same spot that morning…yeah the same restroom. In the evening at around 4:45 we reached this place & co1 wanted to wash her face. So we went to the same place again. Now me & co 2 stayed back outside. And the (gundu villi) fat lady with villain looks had few other men talking to her. Co 1 came back in few minutes and said … “Hey ..the girl you told about this morning – remember??She is still in there washing- in same state, now looking even more pathetic. She is not properly dressed yet! I wonder if she even came out for lunch.”

I was shocked to hear this and told my co’s that I shall go, check if she is good and get back. My Co1 got really mad at me & said “We cannot trace this every day & secure her forever. Now do not try something heroic and get us all into trouble. Look at that lady- she looks like she can smash the 3 of us in one go. And don’t u dream I will come for help. We are here alone. Remember that!”

Hahaha…I know about co1- She would be the first to come to scene :D & to rescue in case I get in trouble…..But yes- i knew the fact she is saying.

Me- “But then I think I really want to go. U got to go when u got to go…please ,give me some change. I will be right back”

When I entered the restroom I was expecting not very serious about this hoping there may be a better answer. I entered & yes she was right there – same posture & with a pile of clothes. Now most of them wet(she had finished washing) – and she was not properly dressed yet. This time I couldn’t keep quiet.

I tried to talk cool with this little girl …. This is what happened …

Me: Dey! Morning unna inga parthen ila??

The girl: Amaam’ka siricheengaley!

Me: Amaam… :) Sari! Innum enna panra?? Dressum mathikala… Yaravadhu ula varaporanga.

The girl: (Simply smiled)

Me: Sari… Veliya poniya – saptiya…? Ilati inga dhan irukiya kalailerndhey? Dress panitavadhu velaya paren! :)

The girl: Inga dhan irundhen’ka.Dress irukkuuuuuuu – veliya amma vechurukaanga. Idhelaam thuvachu mudikanum…apram dhan…(someone came in)

We both looked – I was near the wash basin. It was that (gundu villi) Fat lady- who was chatting with few men outside.

She stared at the little girl & spoke to her something in a different language- I couldn’t understand. It wasn’t tamil/telugu/hindhi/Malayalam/kannadam. It was not any of the familiar language. And her tone wasn’t very good. And as she spoke the girls face frowned. And then Villi left. And then I tried to see her …she wasn’t looking up at all. She was again back to scrubbing the clothes. She wasn’t ready for a conversation or she was not allowed to have one…..

Me: Sari..dress paniko mudhala- aprama poi edhavadhu saapdu

The girl: (Looked up at me – with a confused face & din’t utter a word. Simply nodded & tried hard to smile)

Me: (Smiled back & walked out now even more confused ,annoyed & angry)

When I came out, I looked at the place where this fat lady was sitting- so that I could try talking to her. She was still chatting with those men. They dint seem very friendly either. I wished she was alone- so could have made some attempt to talk to her.

And I turned back this side to look at my co’s.

:O What I saw this side was even more a vili looking angry girl! Yeah that’s co1. She found out – even with out me uttering a word. And as I neared they asked “ Why maruthu…we told you. It is like that. Look at your face! It looks pathetic. You need not have … ”Co1 seemed really annoyed however co2 tried to convince me…

Bloody hell!! Don’t we see what this is- CHILD ABUSE!!! As defined - Child abuse is the physical or psychological maltreatment of a child, often synonymous with the term child maltreatment or the term child abuse and neglect. Some definitions also include the abuse of children by other children or by themselves . It is happening right here – in front of us! I felt like I was so damn useless.

We could clearly see what is happening….The child was literally being tortured.

From morning 8+ till evening 4:45pm a small girl sitting inside all alone with no proper dress, No food, No one inside with her, No water, and almost all that she does is scrub-wash- rinse…. scrub-wash- rinse…. scrub-wash- rinse…. scrub-wash- rinse….

Won’t a human being go crazy when subjected to something monotonous & cruel like this? And she is hardly 15 may be or even less. What did she do to go through this? And the pile of clothes!! Oh my god! I don’t think even you & I would have washed so much in a day – even if we had washed our own family members clothes!

Now I was in a state of confusion…co1 looked like she is gonna turn me into ashes & my inner voice told that they have a point.

Come on – we are three young girls who have come all alone – with no back up & this place was deserted too. Also the fat lady is not alone – she has company. And the way she sounded inside…MaaaaaaaaaaaaN - am not going to near her alone. Also when she looked at me – it dint seem very much like she would encourage a talk. And am no good at street fight- or should I say fight! My back up dnt seem very comfortable either. And in case we went to talk to her & then she nods an OK. After we leave in case if she is beaten up black & blue?!! Can it get worse…. Can I possibly do something worse than this to that girl?.... atleast now she has her room to be free from pain- assault .

And had I complained to the police man who was around…. What if he simply warns the lady & goes away! Then she beats up the girl for talking to me or even for telling me (Like she did/was let to).

In worst case, she will drag the girl to a different place &make her toil there.

I knew something was going wrong…I knew something is not right…I knew someone was denied the right…A child is denied her right to live her childhood.

And this is humiliation to the girl child!

But that day – I had to walk off…. Come like nothing was wrong. I wish I wasn’t alone there that day! Had appa or My cousin or some grown up been there something could have been done.

I was so incapable! I felt so low- for the selfish creature that I am.

So useless – so self centered – inhumane idiot that I am!

I was elder than that girl….grown up- and I knew what was happening- she knew that I know now….but still I walked away so powerless…so incapable! I lost sleep that night!

I am guilty!!

I feel awful about my behavior – I feel ashamed for what I was not able to do!

And most of all – I am angry with myself ~ the situation ~ the fat lady!

It is better to admit your mistakes than hiding – isn’t it ?? So here I go- I AM CULPABLE!

And I will not go silent – not anymore…. I shall try to get to the same place again & find the fat lady-this time with some proper backup. And am telling the fat lady that she is wrong! Tell her that this could be taken very seriously if I instigate complain. I am telling her that the child needs to live her life!

PS: I wanted to make the 75th post, a memorable one... i will not forget this in my life. But however wanted to mark the 75th post with a sweet post- and a lovely song - lyrics by our Friend Z/Gee
But this came up. Next post would be that and about the birthday funda-DEAL! :)

The Prisoner! --> A must read Story!
Hello every one — I was planning to post this Short-long-story sometime back. But now is the right time for me to post it….with all delicate touches made.
For those who may not have the patience to read the story- you could read the bottom lines & listen to this song here.
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For the patient sweet ones - you shall enjoy the whole feast! :)

Spare ur time & read it- if u felt it was waste of time Enna aal vechu adinga (:P) Hehe! .....

The Prisoner!

Like any classical story we start ours with a happy family- it was the Christmas Eve. The big piano lying in the corner of the room was illuminated by the dim glowing lamp. And the room was filled with the aroma of the fresh Lilly that was in the vase. A beautiful young lady in her white night suit almost looking like an ANGEL was playing the carol. And then tom came to mom to ask for something. But when he neared the piano – he watched his mom- she was playing the piano with all smiles & glee… for he remember his mom mentioning – “ Christmas was the greatest time ever in my life Tom! That is the time- every year myself and my 4 sister & the 3 brothers used to sing and merry while mom used to be play all our favorite carols. Every time I play these carols – I feel their presence & I relive those lovely childhood days “ So Tom stopped and just watched his mom standing by the side. Well what question he wanted to ask….You shall know that shortly.

A year passed and in some freaky accident TOM had lost his mother. Tom’s dad almost lost himself after the death of his wife. It almost seemed like an excuse for him to escape from his responsibilities as a father. Well he never was a responsible father. And the question Tom wanted to ask mom was “ Will daddy turn up home early at least this Christmas mom? “ And yes… Tom never wanted to stay home and every year when Christmas neared things just got worse for Tom. He stopped going to school & there weren’t any responsible relative to bother about him- while his dad spent most of his time in his office which was literally shut down. He was growing up- every Christmas was haunting him with the memory of his lost Mother. She was a very wonderful person & losing her was the worst that could happen for tom. One December when Tom was 15 he ran away from the house, while Tom’s father hardly noticed his son missing. Tom became a drop out staying in the streets with no one to bother, no one to speak any sweet words. Tom hardly ate food. He dint take the bad route to earn or live a life.A 15 year old boy in the streets, can things get any worse. One stage tom fell into the bad hands, he started to smuggle. He smuggled goods & started selling drugs for very cheap profit. But Tom never used it- for he was not a kid who was desperate to get addicted to something that could kill his life. Tom did it for those who could not live without it. Yet , so guilty & annoyed with himself. A few number of times Tom did go to prison for suspicion, but every time he escaped- he was found not guilty. Tom was lucky enough.

One day while Tom was walking with the HUGE CASH that he had earned that day the wrong way in a deserted street– where smuggling was the prime activity, Tom heard some one crying in pain & yelling for help. Tom ran around and finally saw a young lady lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Tom looked around- no one was there. And he saw the eyes of the lady- with so much pain, so much of anxiety – she spoke “Please don’t leave me & go. Am very scared- I know am dying. But do notleave me alone while I pass away! It is awful to die this way- I need some one to talk to SHE SAID “
Tom said “Ma’m, let me go get some help. I could get you to the hospital. I shall go get some help! “
She said “ I know I wont survive this- I could tell you for sure I shall die in another 5 minutes. So please stay with me & listen to me. “
Tome went near to her and knelt down took her in his arms & held her hands tight and said “Ma’m I am Tom.Say what you want me to hear. “
She spoke “ I am Sara, the daughter of the richest man in this city- The business man who owns that Book shop in the corner of the street. I love my Dad & Mom. I had no complain with my life. But with so much money & a number of rich friends who dint know how to spend the money- I ended up in drugs. I am not an addict. But I did use drugs for the pleasure of using it. Yeah – I know you think what a cheap girl at this age would use drugs- just for the sake of pleasure. My Mom & Dad they just do not have enough time for me. They were always busy with their lives. I do not complain they do not love me- but dint quite well express it. And they are not aware of me using drugs. Am going to tell you something & you are the first person am going to confess this to, and unfortunately the last one too. So if you could pass it on to the right person & only the right person please do so. I have this family friend- his name is Sam. Sam and I were real great buddies from my kinder garden. And every time Sam did something sweet – I always wanted to tell him that I really like him. But for some issue – I always used to pick fights with him. I took too much advantage of his sweetness. Yet never has he yelled back at me nor has he stopped talking to me or take care of me. I never realized what a special person I had right next to me- and yet never realized he was special. What a fool had I been? When ever tom spoke of his worries- I never really cared or even took notice of, but had always used to end it saying “ Ok Sam, you will get over with it.” But yet never really felt what he was going through or tried to comfort him. But Sam was such a gentle man he always tried to manage with a smile.”
By this time, Tom noticed her struggle to breathe. And Tom very well understood it was the time.
She struggled and continued “ Well Tom, I was lucky enough to get you here today & it was very kind of you to stay with me and listen to me. I would like you to tell Sam that i really loved from our high school days & I still love him. I had just been a fool & like my parents- forgot to express my love – the right time – to the right person & the right way. Tell Sam that I love him more than anyone & the day he bought me those Red roses- I wanted to tell him that I love him. But did not for the my EGO dint let me. Will you do it for me Tom, will you tell Sam? Just this… “ And gently another wonderful soul passed away – right in front of Tom’s eyes.
In another few minutes- when it was 12:00 am - Tom was arrested on the spot by the police officer who came for patrol through that route. Tom wished that the officer had arrived earlier & they could have attempted to save her. But things just got worse when Tom was taken to the station. Tom with the BIG MONEY in rugged clothes – was suspected for getting the money to kill the richest man’s daughter. Tom tried to explain, he tried saying it was the money he got through selling drugs. But the police wouldn’t listen to him- for when he was suspected for the same crime earlier – Tom very well got away with the image he could not have done this. And that time Tom acted really well, that police confirmed it was the money he got for killing Sara. Tom dint have any explanation- that could convince the police. And Tom who hated living- and was waiting to die & hated to commit suicide decided to take this bravely. The case went on & Tom was to be hung dead on 26th December. Tom spent a few days in the jail, until 26th December. He was given a regular visit by one of the NUN’S from a church on humanitarian basis, as the boy dint record anyone as relative. Tom initially said he doesn’t want to see any one. But after his first meet – he changed his mind. The NUN resembled his MOM; she looked so much like the same Angel. So Tom did speak with her & they had been having a real good time chatting for days. They had grown great friends in matter of days. One day the NUN asked tom “ Tom, Are you happy here in the jail? “ And Tom said “ Had never felt better – with people here who love you so much & the times when we all sit together for meal. The chats! The games we all play. And the love & affection we share- knowing we are not going to be there for each other always- it is all special & it is the first time I am experiencing so much of care after my mom’s death.” Then the NUN asked” Tom I do not think you are such a cruel person to murder someone for money sake. Honestly,did you kill Sara? “

THE TESTIMONY!
Tom said ” Sister!! I want to tell you this & i don't want you to try doing anything about the judgement.I did not kill Sara!” And then he narrated what happened that night. Then he requested that he sees Sam, just once before his execution. And the NUN did ask Tom if she could try convincing them and request for his release. But Tom refused & said” I enjoyed my life here with these wonderful people(The inmates) during this Imprisonment period . And I got all the attention I wanted. I happened to meet you & I did chat so much with you. Sometimes I felt the same way I used to while I was having a great chat with my Mom. And I was not earning for my living the right way. I had indirectly been killing lives slowly- though not directly but through the drugs I sold. And the reason Sara came there that day was because of some one like me – who sells drugs & it so happened she was killed by some rouge that day. And she made my life meaningful by serving the purpose to tell you & the world about things we should value in life and not complain. Through me she has made a point about the fact – Do not postpone loving for it may be too late. And value what you have in your life. And I shall die peacefully now- for it is payback time. I must payback for what I had been doing these days. And the man who killed Sara shall know about this- and his guilt shall not leave him free. I hope all our lives are a good lesson for those to come. I should have been a supportive son when my father broke after my mother’s death. But I was too selfish I could not stay back to comfort him , but run away for my own living & live a life that only started to slowly kill more slowly. What was my purpose of life? Other than help Sara- die with someone comforting her morally.And the worst thing that could happen for someone is to be alone while dying & yet you have so much to tell the loved ones- Things that you forgot or neglected.”

The next day – a meeting with Sam was arranged & Tom spoke to Sam for an hour & Sam came out of the room with tears in his eyes. Tears that said “ I was late too!! ”
December 25th- the night that Tom hated every year after his mothers death. This year it was special- special for of course his last night- his last Christmas- his last day-his last Christmas feast- his last day to smile & thank god for his life. And unlike the previous years- Tom was celebrating with a bunch of lovely people 7 yes of course the NUN. She was there with the pudding & chocolate cake that was specially made for Tom. That’s was the last & happiest day in tom’s life.

Now we all have some lesson learnt from his story. We may be any of the character in this narration & yet we are all human beings with some grudge or complain about our life. But what we all forget to see- is What we actually have! And we forget to live with what we got , but are always fond of complaining about what we do not have. Those who have money – may not have happiness (Like the divorcee - business man). Those who have happiness in their life- may not have the money (The happy family of the cobbler in the corner of the street) . But those who appreciate what they have & realize what they have-that someone else do not have & is longing for, are the one’s who are successful in life. They may not necessarily have a great number as their banks balance yet a huge amount of contended ness in their heart & soul. They are the one’s who has actually LIVED the life GIFTED to them. A GIFT THAT IS RARELY APPRECIATED! While there are those who keep complaining about the expensive pink lipstick they could not buy- there are few others too who are struggling for a piece of bread that their lips had not touched for days! After all , we all have have one life & everysecond we have in our life is live only once.We are all living with people around- so do not be too calculative 7 manipulative with your talk or action. Just be yourself !! And try to put up a smile on someones face atleast, if not all! We shall not foregt that! And try to appreciate what you have, whom you have, the way you live. Sometimes, there may be tjose hwo had forgotten these- now that you are reminded- you shall not commit any of the mistakes for which you shall regret later! I wish you all a merry christmas & a very very happy & colourful new year!! Well is it not too early you may ask... but remember- it is better than late! :) I shall wish you all once again- Cheer up!


NOTE: This story is a part of a book that shall soon be published.And yes the author shall be - Marutham!

I have a story to tell - about the chick

Hi, I have taken a big risk and here I am with you ppl…Friends of marutham.
I can’t stay here for long! So listen up to what I have to say…..
PS:This post is not for the friends who cannot read long posts!Don't curse me!

It was so wonderful inside mommy’s tummy. It was too dark, but still very safe & secure. It was very quiet no noise at all. No where else can I find that peace! Nor can you …What do you say? Isn’t that the best place in the whole world to be…No1 to bother you except for some loving touch from the outside. It’s your MOM.

Ok here we are back to the story. It was so wonderful inside. A little dark though. I haven’t opened my eyes yet. There are 4 others with me, sharing this little space with me inside Mommy. We often hear this Very Polite ladies voice. She seems talking to some one. Not quiet sure if it is mommy… One fine day we were all out of mommy…But, it was still dark. The five of us were inside this small room, and it still was warm, not as warm as inside. Then this fine day we heard that familiar voice again. She sounded very happy. There were some other voices too that I could hear. The other voices it sounded much sweet and gentle. It wasn’t one person’s voice. Then they left. And we sensed more space in the room. I felt something was missing! Din’t exactly know what! And there was the day, when I could not stay inside. I had to break open and come out – Break open the shell. It was so painful! I did not fit in! I decided to break open. Yes I was the first one to crack out! Yeah! Its me. The chick …It was too bright outside. Too bright! Then I heard some one else crack …it was them - my siblings! Then 3 of us were out. One egg was still in shape – no crack. The 3 of us kept staring at it because it did make some noises ….We kept staring and finally it was our little Sis out. HER EYS- Any one would fall for those twinkling, lightning eyes. She was so cute but weaker than us..too weak a chick. And then guess what we saw…MOMMIEE…She had come back! The 4 of us cuddled with her. She did seem a wonderful mommiee to be born for. But mommiee was not all that happy…I could sense she was Upset about something. Then did mommiee tell me this dirty secret. In the whole Farm Only I know this dirty little secret…..

Mommiee told that, the day 5 of us were out something happened. Out of the 5 eggs, one was so Huge & so Pretty! Mommiee named it the CUTEai -CUTE Muttai Muutai=egg! (Marutham:Sirikadheengapa! Kozhikku thann muttai Pon muttai!Kadhaya gavaninga…Over to chikki)And mommie could not wait to see us out. But then did the owner lady of the farm came , there were her grandchildren too-2 of them very young must be 4-5 years.Guess what, they too were not born alone.They were Twins! Unlike us, the unlucky PENTAPLETS. She looked into our basket. And the moment her eyes scanned the BIG EGG! It glows like a1000WATT Bulb. The hands of this strange existence on earth reached in to our little basket, and she took out the CUTEai.And off she went with her grandchildren. She went and CUTE’ai never returned. Mommiee waited for long thinking that CUTE’ai would return & then She broke with tears. Then days went on, the 4 of us had real great time with Mommiee..Sissy is now feeling better. She is stronger than ever. We 4 and Mommiee walk around the farm and play and sometimes try flying….Hehehe Mommiee tell us a lot about her life.How she came there like am telling you now. Also she told about the sad incidents in her life. One fine day there were lots of commotions in the farm. Mommiee too wasn’t feeling good!

There were people flocked inside the farm. And our lady brought another man with her. He saw us and nodded! I didn’t know what that NOD was for! But I did learn later. This man took Mommiee away and put her in a beautiful Cage. We thought he must be taking us too with him. He left- and my worst fear was “Will mommiee return ???” We didn’t know what happened to mommiee then !While these questions were in my brain…Sissy started crying. Though the 3 of us were there…she wouldn’t get consoled. She was crying. She refused to eat(Peck). She grew weaker and the lady din’t seem to take notice of it. And next day I saw the same Beautifull cage that mommiee was carried away in, this time our lady had brought it. She took all the 4 of us. I was so excited, I told my brothers that it was all over and we are going to where mommiiee is….We squeaked with JOY! We were taken inside the Room where the smell was not so good…. And the lady put her hands inside the CAGE! I remember, It is the second time seeing those hands so near. I was jumping in joy that I would be picked because am the eldest! And Err…! Our little princess was the first. We 3 took it happily…..after all she is our princess! She would be taken to mommiiee first! She was taken to an inner room in the gentle hands of our young lady….then she came empty hand! But only her hands were bare, her eyes were not- Filled with tears!! Why? I don’t know……
AND …….. Now I don’t know what is awaiting!! Do you know??? Tell me if you can! But Some thing tells me things are not normal!

Questions that this little fell’a would ask us when he realizes what is going to happen and what has already happened to their little princess and sweet mommiee!
*Are you killing us for you simply SUSPECT we would have been infected with that virus!! So all these days have you been feeding us to slaughter the chubbiest chicken.
*And how could you take away my little brother or sister (CUTE’ai) to have your breakfast!,While Mommiee was waiting for you , to see you feed her the breakfast! And when mommiee fell sick you decided she was not going to lay you the Eggs anymore and you decided to have CHICKEN 65 in your lunch menu!

The moment we chickens leave Momiee’s tummy,there is no security! We would never know when we would get our call! CALL OF DEATH!
We are BORN for DYING!!
Our ultimate goal of birth is to DIE for or by human beings. We will die as an EGG- Omelet.
Or a young chicken- If it is very healthy/very weak—Immaterial.
Or as a fully grown CHICKEN- as Chicken 65/ 45/ 5 and so on.. Worst is if it had catched up an infection or Virus as you people define. You are all so concerned only about you! You are bothered only to defend yourselves. You don’t care a bit for us. We are also born with every right to live in this world with you. But you all say you own us…like you invented Mommiee’s tummy? Or did you make us?? Then, we would be thinking you love us so much for the way you feed us and give us protection from other predators. One fine day you would take us to consume – immaterial how chubby or weak we are. No one can escape from your mouth, can we? If we never gain weight you complain we are useless and slaughter, or if we are too chubby you worry in few days we MIGHT lose weight and decide to sell us to slaughter for a big money! Will it ever occur in your brains that we are not the only species getting infected? Won’t you ever think of a remedy or some vaccine to protect us earlier? What science do you have that saves only you! It is like you cook and you alone eat not bothering about the starving people, unlike us who share…Oh that’s what the nature of you GREAT HUMAN BEINGS is. What’s the point in telling you that?
*You humans had been spreading this disease at a speed that is so very Fast- Faster than Rumors. Yeah it’s the AIDS. You humans had been spreading this disease and its virus HIV for the past several years so fast and effectively! Do you screw the heads of all the humans because you suspect they may have this Infection – AIDS?
Or do you throw them all in Boiling water and kill? Even here you Silly humans have discrimination…. The poultry farm in a developed country would be sprayed or Injected with the poison, while those creatures in an under developed countries would be thrown into Hot water or head screwed and killed. You eat us, you drink us, you also make money with our products, you get medicines from us, and finally when you hear we could have been infected you don’t try for a cure. YOU ULTIMATELY SLAUGHTER US!
Will you be able to find a way to make every living being of the world to co-exist peacefully and happily? You Human beings claim that you are superior to all other beings in the world. Well, Can you not use your super power brain and make our world a suitable place for every living being to co-exist safely, peacefully and happily?