This is a mail get forwarded to me…I liked very much...i think the message in this story is extremely beautiful…I just want to share it with my friends….
Do read…
The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated a old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside...
”See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful…” This behavior from a thirty year old son made the other people feel strange about him.
Every one started murmuring something or other about this son.” This guy seems to be a krack..." newly married Anup whispered to his wife.
Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers through the opened window. The Thirty year old son , filled with joy " see dad, how beautiful the rain is .." Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit. Anup ," cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum...and don’t disturb public henceforth"
The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he was a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused..."
“The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the truth. But when we know the truth, our reaction to that will hurt even us. So try to understand the problem/situation better before taking a harsh action”
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Why do we kill others???
It happened during one of my very boring morning shifts…after carrying out my routine jobs, I was directed to online news papers…by seeing the title itself, I got upset and felt that I should not go back to kerala ,my home town ,where I want to be till my end…its related to the political murders happened in north part of kerala…(I think I should not specify the name of those places since I have got some good friends over there and I don’t want to hurt them at all)
Almost 7 people got murdered by that day…only and only because of some political misunderstandings (???)The most interesting thing is that there are no personal issues in between those who got murdered and the people who killed them. Then why they are killing others? What they get from hurting others?
I know am very particular to my parents… as well, all children are so much important to their parents. They don’t want to loose their child for some third rate political reasons. As far as my concern, I don’t want to loose my father/brother/lover/friend in such a way. And I know nobody wants the same…
Why they are not thinking that the one who get killed by them is someone else’s son/husband/brother/father/friend/lover? They also feel bad na when they loose their loved ones? Then why don’t they think that the same pain will be there for them also who get affected by their activities??
How could an individual be so cruel??? They may not be human beings…but I don’t want insult animals by calling those devils as animals. Because animals kill other animals only for satisfying their hungry…nothing more than that…then what can we call those devils who do not have any concern about others feelings/tears??? Would they escape from the curse of those mothers who had lost their children in the cheap third rate political drama??? No…never...they will have to pay the price once because not even a single human being has the rights to play with others feelings…and if we hurt someone purposefully na,it would come back to us and we need to pay the price twice more than they suffered….
Let me ask you one thing. .why we are killing others?? For land??? For money?? For property? Or for those politicians who gets profit from them ignorance of common people? I still remember one photograph which I have seen during the violence in Gujarat…one handicapped person, he doesn’t have both of his legs walking with the help of creches, and he was running a small shop. He is begging in front of the violent crowd “please don’t kill me….” By holding his hands together….but those deaf and blind devils killed him by firing him with his shop itself….I can still feel the pain/fear in his eyes...whenever I remember about picture, I cant realize what’s there in my mind…I know still my eyes get filled with tears…I know those people wont get rid of the curse of the tears of that poor fellow….
And it is almost 15 days over after those unhappy incidents in kerala.still the ministers and police can’t do anything. Investigation is in progress still…
I would love to request to my friends from those places, please spread up the messages of love and brotherhood. please don’t let your mind also to go as per the order of selfish politicians so that your loved ones should loose you…..do let your heart rule you because heart can feel the pain of others…it can empathize with them who hurts….I have heard a lot more about the northern part of kerala, ie people are much kind hearted and have some good values. but some of them among you itself trying to make others feel that you are not good at all… you don’t have any human considerations Whenever we hear the names of northern districts in kerala, almost all of us remembers the political issues and murders over there instead of the good things happened there… …so don’t let them to do the same…be a human…। Be empathic…be compassionate…
because
I don’t want to loose you my dear friend…..
Sunday, March 9, 2008
My Plus days...
One fine morning… it was the day when I went back to school where I did my 11th and 12th …I stepped into my school compound, I just forgot the present and start roaming around in the past…it’s nearly 6 years after I left my school. But still I memorize the day when I stepped into the class on the very first day...Joining the class after 3 months of the school year from another school. So my class was waiting for the new comer. Got a very cheerful welcome and following those 2 years. The most gorgeous time in my life…the days which I never desire to put out of my mind till my end...
I was wandering around… in the class… in the library...in the lab...in the floor…wherever I wanted to go, I went. All I could see my friends, I could listen to our hum, I could feel the mesmerizing environment into which I lived before 6 years…
I went to my teachers. ..My ever loving best teachers. neither them nor me ever felt it’s almost 6 years over after I left the school…chatting like as before…shared everything….they recollected each and every moments of their first batch...the most electrifying and most vibrant batch…..each and every faces, every incidents….we went back to the same old days…Started from the very opening day, debate competition, our nature club camp, youth festival, tour, exams, inaugural ceremony of our school building ,then at the end ,our farewell on which day we all cried…I wondered!! After my batch, 5 batches passed out… But, my teachers still remember each and every faces of the first batch??? they said,” After you people, we never get such an amazing batch…” I felt like am on the top of the world…-:)
We recollected everything…first turn was of debate competition...Berly sir still remembers “Shameera’s chayakkada”…the question “bondayykku entha englishil parayuka??” we were seeing the stage and the function again… I could see me also in the stage with shoji sir’s team…--:)
Then started about the camp….I was remembering about the biological names of the plants…I never forget the same….we, some curious girls, always keep on asking about the scientific names of the plants whatever we are seeing…Berly sir was replaying and at the end he fed up with our stupid question and answering like “Indiana botanica, astricana italica…’ we “budhoos” scribbling in our writing pad…we couldn’t understand even after long time also that sir was joking…and when we realized, our book was filled with a hell lots of biological names of “Chappu chavaru”
Again loads of incidents during the camp…boat riding in the dam, trucking in the forest, running afraid of elephants, anthakshari in the night…..etc etc… Then I met George sir, my class teacher for 2 years. He was saying “I miss my class a lot deepa. I never felt happy with any other batch as much I was happy with you people…” I could see on his face his love and affection for his children…
Then Roy sir came up with a fascinating thing…he asked me to give a session about global warming to the members of nature club…I dint know what I would tell them? Didn't refer anything…But sir told,” no deepa u can. Do it”…I got into my full swing…and rocked as usual……ha ha….but for me the most exciting thing is, I could intermingle with the students who are 5 batches junior to me… I could talk to them, I could share my thoughts with them, I could get their outlook ….I could find out their wavelength very quickly…its one of the most cherished moment in my life…
Then Sister Celin (our Hindi teacher) took me to one class...they wanted me to share my experiences in an MNC…when I entered into the class, all got stand up… “Ammooooo” I was shocked and blushed out….I told them “yyooo….avide irunno...Plz…” they also laughed out….they started to shoot me with queries. But I was just like in a dream…I was staring at one girl who was sitting where I sat long back. she might have thought” ee deepa chechiyenthina enne ingane thurichu nokkunne” --:) I truly wished, if I could sit there once more for some while, if I could listen to the classes once more… if I could ……
Lunch break…
I saw the students rushing for having their lunch….I was standing in the 2nd floor and watching them…again I went back to old days. I could see my best pals and me in that ash and light blue uniform standing next to the hand wash area….always keep on talking about something ,laughing and cherishing their each and every moments…someone called and woke me up…I just twisted my face from them coz my eyes were welled up…
Time for Alvida...
Rani teacher was saying "stay back Deepa for some more time...we love to talk to you…”but I had to leave…I felt like weeping while I was leaving from there…
I left school by around 3.00 with lots and loads of blessings and best wishes...and a handful of loving and beautiful memories...
What I could say… It’s my school...it’s my playground. …a place which is linked with me from my previous births. Where I cultured the whole lot… I got my ethics… my strength…my confidence…my outlook.
My teachers, with whom I can share anything even my very personal things…my well wishers….and above all, my best friends too…I know, I can’t get such kind of teachers even in my reincarnation also...Missing someone there like Emily teacher, Shoji sir, Theresa Teacher.
Thanks to all my dearest teachers….Starting from our beloved Principal Mathew Sir, then George Sir, Berly Sir, Rani Teacher, Augstin Sir, Roy Sir, Emily Teacher, Sabu Sir, Sister Celin, Deepa Teacher, Jaymol Teacher, Theresa Teacher, Jyothi Teacher, Sajin Sir, Jomsy Teacher and last but not least our great Manager Fr. Mathew Panachikkal..
And my best friends... part of my life....my entire class...the moments we spent and shared with each other...the incidents where we stood by holding our hands together...the issues where we showed our unity...the happiest moments where we celebrated like anything...Together we lived with the harmony of friendship… I miss you all and love you a lot....
One day, if The Almighty come to me and ask” tell me one day from your past which you want to live once more in your life, I will give you”. I would surely ask one of the days from my school days so that I can live again one day with my friends, my teachers in my class...
And I was humming on my way…… “
Oru vattom koodiyen ormakal meyunna thirumuttathethuvan moham….”
I was wandering around… in the class… in the library...in the lab...in the floor…wherever I wanted to go, I went. All I could see my friends, I could listen to our hum, I could feel the mesmerizing environment into which I lived before 6 years…
I went to my teachers. ..My ever loving best teachers. neither them nor me ever felt it’s almost 6 years over after I left the school…chatting like as before…shared everything….they recollected each and every moments of their first batch...the most electrifying and most vibrant batch…..each and every faces, every incidents….we went back to the same old days…Started from the very opening day, debate competition, our nature club camp, youth festival, tour, exams, inaugural ceremony of our school building ,then at the end ,our farewell on which day we all cried…I wondered!! After my batch, 5 batches passed out… But, my teachers still remember each and every faces of the first batch??? they said,” After you people, we never get such an amazing batch…” I felt like am on the top of the world…-:)
We recollected everything…first turn was of debate competition...Berly sir still remembers “Shameera’s chayakkada”…the question “bondayykku entha englishil parayuka??” we were seeing the stage and the function again… I could see me also in the stage with shoji sir’s team…--:)
Then started about the camp….I was remembering about the biological names of the plants…I never forget the same….we, some curious girls, always keep on asking about the scientific names of the plants whatever we are seeing…Berly sir was replaying and at the end he fed up with our stupid question and answering like “Indiana botanica, astricana italica…’ we “budhoos” scribbling in our writing pad…we couldn’t understand even after long time also that sir was joking…and when we realized, our book was filled with a hell lots of biological names of “Chappu chavaru”
Again loads of incidents during the camp…boat riding in the dam, trucking in the forest, running afraid of elephants, anthakshari in the night…..etc etc… Then I met George sir, my class teacher for 2 years. He was saying “I miss my class a lot deepa. I never felt happy with any other batch as much I was happy with you people…” I could see on his face his love and affection for his children…
Then Roy sir came up with a fascinating thing…he asked me to give a session about global warming to the members of nature club…I dint know what I would tell them? Didn't refer anything…But sir told,” no deepa u can. Do it”…I got into my full swing…and rocked as usual……ha ha….but for me the most exciting thing is, I could intermingle with the students who are 5 batches junior to me… I could talk to them, I could share my thoughts with them, I could get their outlook ….I could find out their wavelength very quickly…its one of the most cherished moment in my life…
Then Sister Celin (our Hindi teacher) took me to one class...they wanted me to share my experiences in an MNC…when I entered into the class, all got stand up… “Ammooooo” I was shocked and blushed out….I told them “yyooo….avide irunno...Plz…” they also laughed out….they started to shoot me with queries. But I was just like in a dream…I was staring at one girl who was sitting where I sat long back. she might have thought” ee deepa chechiyenthina enne ingane thurichu nokkunne” --:) I truly wished, if I could sit there once more for some while, if I could listen to the classes once more… if I could ……
Lunch break…
I saw the students rushing for having their lunch….I was standing in the 2nd floor and watching them…again I went back to old days. I could see my best pals and me in that ash and light blue uniform standing next to the hand wash area….always keep on talking about something ,laughing and cherishing their each and every moments…someone called and woke me up…I just twisted my face from them coz my eyes were welled up…
Time for Alvida...
Rani teacher was saying "stay back Deepa for some more time...we love to talk to you…”but I had to leave…I felt like weeping while I was leaving from there…
I left school by around 3.00 with lots and loads of blessings and best wishes...and a handful of loving and beautiful memories...
What I could say… It’s my school...it’s my playground. …a place which is linked with me from my previous births. Where I cultured the whole lot… I got my ethics… my strength…my confidence…my outlook.
My teachers, with whom I can share anything even my very personal things…my well wishers….and above all, my best friends too…I know, I can’t get such kind of teachers even in my reincarnation also...Missing someone there like Emily teacher, Shoji sir, Theresa Teacher.
Thanks to all my dearest teachers….Starting from our beloved Principal Mathew Sir, then George Sir, Berly Sir, Rani Teacher, Augstin Sir, Roy Sir, Emily Teacher, Sabu Sir, Sister Celin, Deepa Teacher, Jaymol Teacher, Theresa Teacher, Jyothi Teacher, Sajin Sir, Jomsy Teacher and last but not least our great Manager Fr. Mathew Panachikkal..
And my best friends... part of my life....my entire class...the moments we spent and shared with each other...the incidents where we stood by holding our hands together...the issues where we showed our unity...the happiest moments where we celebrated like anything...Together we lived with the harmony of friendship… I miss you all and love you a lot....
One day, if The Almighty come to me and ask” tell me one day from your past which you want to live once more in your life, I will give you”. I would surely ask one of the days from my school days so that I can live again one day with my friends, my teachers in my class...
And I was humming on my way…… “
Oru vattom koodiyen ormakal meyunna thirumuttathethuvan moham….”
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