My Timing Is Perfect

Nothing is permanent but change. Very true as for my experience. From barter system days of exchanging goods to current monitory system, concepts have not changed but for the method. 'Nothing will change madam' says the store keeper, 'i don't think it will change aunty' says my niece. I say it is possible. If Mahatma Gandhi and other great leaders had said ' it is not possible' would we have had great leaders to make the movement towards Independent India? It is possible, everything is possible, just that there is always resistance to change. People do not wish to see the change, the first step towards any change is the vision. The latest 1 and 2 rupee coins are of the same size and shape to common man, in a hurry people get confused. The store man tendered excess change to me in this process. Every penny counts for everyone. With more usage of these plastic cards, i hardly use cash. When i said we should highlight this so that the blind can also ...

Its been a long time for me to pen down my thoughts. In an era where we are paperless, i guess i am also inclined to post out here. The days were people used to pen their own thoughts and theories not authenticated is long lost. Anything fed in the internet is searched through search engines, which only provides a path to the maximum clicked open link. Most of which may not contain proven theories. Too much of information, however too little time spent by families together. I miss those family times, i miss the bonding. With most of my close family members are soo clued on to gadgets reading or talking on the phone, with only physical presence around, hope someday they read this to understand life is short; make the most time available with their family. While there are good moments i still find, with less technology intervention, i still miss the family time..... Eating together, knowing what each of us like, talking small interesting things, good stori...

Many..times..i..have..wondered..how..life..would..have..been..before..Independence.. As..a..child..it..used..to..give..soo..much..of..insight..on..this..topic..and..this..day… Today..i..really..feel..ashamed..Am..i..a..true..Indian?thriving..a..midst..Indians..who..actually..relate..to..this..day? Shame..when..i..turn..the..pages.of..a..news..paper..or..any..magazine..advertisements…Buy..1947..get..1947?..what..are..we..arriving..at..what..are..we..teaching..the..next..generation? Last..year..there..was.a..programe..in..one..of..the..tamil..private..channels..quziing..knowldge..levels..on..Republic..day…Sad..to..know..people..did..not..even..know..the..year..of..independent..India. The..adds..just..pinched..me..harder..thinking..of..taking..an..oath..this..Independence.Day..’Be..Indian..Buy..Indian’.. I..think..by..buying..Indian..products…as..a..first..baby…step…It..would..make..people..Invest..here..on..products..Research..and..devolopment……..and..many.many....

Every story that was told during our school days, tales started with this opening ‘ Once upon a time long long ago’.. I just realized that’s how my blog has become. Its turned out to be an olden golden period. I have been seriously thinking of reviving and giving it some life. Let me see if I actually stick to my reviving agenda.

I used to believe that, what we are is what we think. Am I right? With a world around me who is indifferent to themselves as individuals, I wonder if my thought is anywhere close. Well, every one of us has some problem in life or the other to keep worrying about. There is no soul in this world who would say I am happy in full sense without any worry in life. The simple reason is, we are humans and we are born to live that way to have expectations and when not met happiness fails us. However, there are many people we meet around us who would showcase themselves to be having no worries at all in life. I used to showcase myself too carefree in life. My maternal family used to state – ‘things happen for her, so what if she is so relaxed let her at least be’ Yes, whatever the worry in life is, I prefer to be relaxed in life. Because, certain things in life which are beyond our control. Can one control Death? Can one control nature at its best for us? That is when faith come...

Today the talk of the town from where I come is - which Bschool to get graduated. Or which university and stream of qualification will fetch me a decent job. Would I be eligible with my current score basis my Segmentation by the government of SC/ST/OC/MBC/BC etc.. Its race time everywhere, catch the bus or do not miss your flight. But the question that keeps coming to my mind often – ‘what is my final destination’? what is my dream? What is my passion? Am i having the talent towards the passion of life? Is not both passion and the talent that can scale up to hights? – if my thought is right; Then why are we working reverse? Why do i spend hours and hours of time correcting my weakness rather than sharpening my strengths. I actually love painting, sketching creating new things – basically art. But i am no good at it, no where near any standards of basis, will i excel it in? The answer is NO. Then i should enjoy seeing others making a good job out of it, and find out...

Funny the way human brain works. As a child, we fear elders who would question us for whatever goes wrong. Could be parents or caretakers when we break something or do something out of the ordinary. Not always do we get a reciprocation to our fears. As we grow, we are built in with fear about the supernatural. If we do something which is negative in life, then god will leave and devil will rule us. The two stages adolescent age and a new born, there is no fear of anything. A complete man or woman., then take charge of their own life. There is lot of fear in todays world that people live with, and yet enact as though they are the tough ones in life. But take a cool ride of life, do not bother of any others, till they have to answer someone with POWER/SIZE. SO does size really matter? What made me write like this today? There have been many occasions in my professional life, I have noted. People work hard and some people work smart. Purely to impress others with great designations and gr...