A Review on 7am arivu!

Its neither a busy day nor a cool day! A world that is of little interest may lead you into failing your daily duties. Its almost more then a couple of months that I have stopped writing for some reason and I do not have a proper reason behind it though. Now, thought of writing a simple review which covers up a long gap. Yesterday, I had been to 7am arivu. I had to watch people waiting for tickets even without knowing the film name properly. Yes. People have been asking for '7:00 AM Arivu' instead of '7am arivu', which says that it is '7:00 AM knowledge' instead of '7th sense'.
The movie starts with a historical story, the hero being 'Bodhi Dharman'. Before that, people(only younsters) are questioned to know about Bodhi dharman. No one answers in India, but they do, in China. 'Bodhi Dharman', in the film and in wikipedia is said to be one of the successors of Pallava Dynasty. He leaves to China on his Godmother's orders. He saves a village from a worst disease, fights for them and transfers his knowledge on medicine to people from various parts of China. He also becomes a physical trainer, thus leading to the creation of Shaolinquan. It is a collection of Chinese martial arts. It can also be used to control one's mind from distance, for which people now, gave it a name called hypnotism. Since Bodhidharma becomes the savious of the village, people give him a poisoned food when he announces his return to India. Knowingly, he takes the poisoned food, just because people believe burying him on that land would save the future of village.
Now, the screen gets into Chennai, where Arvind works at a Bombay Circus. He accidentally meets Subha - a genetic Engineering student,at circus and later, at a theme park and falls in love at first sight. However, they become close to each other. One day, when Subha gets into the circus, she is seen by Arvind's relatives, who come to watch circus. She pretends as though she do not know them and finally, the truth is revealed by one od Arvind's relation. Please see the screen to come to know about the truth.
Arvind and Subha have a fight that day night and part. Next day, Subha meets Arvind and requests for spending some time with her to know about her research. She takes him to a museum and explains the reason as why she has chosen him. He agrees to her research and they go to the place where she has to give her a lecture based on her research. However, the scientists do not agree with her just for the case that she explains in Tamil and they feel that roots of various arts in Tamil cannot be taken along the way for a research. She blasts at them and walks out. Meanwhile, she is made to go to a police station for an enquiry and she comes to know later that she is searched by someone for murdering. Arvind and Subha somehow escape and follow 'The someone' and find that her professor is helping 'The someone'. Scenes go fast, as they find something interesting in professor's home and start their investigation from then on. Finally they come to know about 'Opeartion Red'. This was initiated from 'The someone' who is from china, and the virus that he carries is injected into a dog's body for faster spread. Finally, the disease is spread to so many people leading to death. Since Subha's research would help them solve the issue, China wanted to murder her so that they would release the medicine at a proper time and demand highly from India, which may even lead to India being under them.
Subha learning that the disease is spread across the city through her friend, tries to save people from disease, but all her chances end in vain. Meanwhile, The someone - Tong Lee, follows Subha and Arvind to kill them. He tries to hypnotise everyone, who becomes a prey to him, except Arvind. He could not hypnotise him, just because of one reason. There is a chaos wherever he follows them. Subha and her friends meet up somewhere and put a plan for her research which could save people. The plan is ready and it requires some days. The plan will be fuitful, provided no one interrupts them. But Tong Lee finds it somehow and interrupts them at the last day when hours are remaining for her completion of her research. See the screeen for the rest as whether Tong Lee was successful or Subha was successful.
Though it is a nice story, there are so many loop holes. First, can anyone carry a virus just like that with necessary equipments and enter India(whether it is India/any country). Are the security measures in airport so week that no one can diagnose it? Second, shouldn't someone's Tamil be much better when he/she blast people when people speak against Tamil?.Why there is a pause after every word? Third, what about the sequence in genetic lab. Even a min disturbance won't create problems in biological sequence?. Let us leave it to the people who do study on them as I have no idea. Fourth, even after an interruption in biological sequence, how the energy would come from a man immediately to fight and know about the arts?Fifth, hypnotism is a great art. Just by making a person see and taking control of mind - could that happen in seconds of time?. Sixth, Why Subha is pretending as though she does not know them when she sees Arvind's relatives. What is the necessity?. She can explain them about the situation and ask them not to say it to Arvind until and unless she reveals it by herself? Seventh - Is the whole film a drama based on a game except the historical part?.

I could not find answer to these questions and can anyone help me to explain all these?

A little care!!!

The Internet world is getting busy with facebook, twitter and other kinds of social networking these days. And people whom you have not talked with , in your school days or college days, have become your best friends through these social networking sites. Good that friendship start blooming and they feel like keeping in touch with each one of them which is not generally possible through the cost-incurred billing systems of Airtel, BSNL, Aircel, etc etc.. Though today's generation is mostly familiar with these modes of communication, there are people who really find difficulty in understanding these. The current generation may wonder and be surprised witrh those people. IT might be a wonder for people, who are introduced to Internet and using it since a few years. The society may wonder, and, pity on those school-going students who have n number of friends on thse social networking sites. Now, it makes us think that one day, when we were going to scool, there was one and the only channel Doordarshan, that would telecast mostly education and politics related stuff. We were denied TV access for those days when we write quarterly, half yearly and Annual. Those days are gone and we find most of the scool students in these sites. Kudos to their internet knowledge and warning to them to be careful in sharing things. But here comes the question - Does everyone know about it ? About, facebook, gmail, yahoo, google, photo sharing, etc etc..? We see so many posts in these sites saying not to put their parents in old age homes. Is it just to create awareness? Or does it really mean that people will take care of their family?
    There is a world lying underneath that does not know about all these; they starve for food, they starve for education, they starve for anything else that a normal man has. Today I came across such a person. His parents settled in Bangalore and unlike other Bangalorians who speak Tamil,he really spoke a good Tamil. I remember I heard good Tamil when I recently visited Tamilnadu(other than Chennai). He is seventy years and driving auto for daily food. He is driving auto for 44 years since the time the auto fare was 25 paise per km. He narrated his whole story since his younger days. He was starting his service to help people commute sinc 5:00 AM in the morning and used to return home at 11:00 PM night. Since his vehicle is rented, he used to pay Rs.15 to his owner then. Just think how many kilometers he has to drive to pay the rent , to pay for petrol, and to run his family. Today, the autogas is saving him to a very little extent in his daily expenditure. Today, he needs to pay Rs.150 as daily rent to his owner(for auto); some part of the money to the gas, and at last Rs.100 for his/his wife's daily food. And due to his age, he is not able to drive fast, he ia not able to drive for long distance, he starts his work at 9:30 AM or 10:30 AM and leaves by 3:30 PM. Though having 5 children, he is staying alone with his wife. The reason is obvious - daughter-in-laws and son-in-laws. Just think about people like him. Even at this age, where they need support, they have to work for their food. They have no retirement, they have no pension, and they have no savings. They cannot get clothes for Diwali, Pongal, Christmas, Ramzan, etc. They have to work on thses days too, if they have to have their daily food. So, people, I, as one person, cannot educate everyone or spread awareness regarding the importance of family with parents and elders. If you come across any people who do not respect their elders and live for their own happiness, please educate them and remind them that days will pass and they will become a 60 year old or 70 year old man one day.
    All, we have our own familes and getting busy these days. Just think at this point of time - what are we doing to make our parents happy - they don't need our money, they don't need costly sarees or shirts - all they need is support and a phone call twice a day to let them know that we are safe and we had food. Also, do remember they they need our support continuously and it is only parents who like to be dependent on their little ones.(For a mother and father, even a 30 or a 40 year old guy/gal is a little one). Yes, it is we who are supposed to take care of them. If we are not there, who else will take care of them?.
    And if we start supporting our family, the old age homes will never exist in future. Let us spread this and educate people on the importance of love,care,affection. Ih I end this abruptly, keeping in mind that I need to write more on some of other activities that is realted to this incident.

A Saint called Abhayaananda

                                          Sri Sulini Durgambayai Namaha
                                          Sri Raja Rajeshwari Krupa Kataksha Siddirasthu
                                          Sri Satguru Abhayaananda Swami Sahayam

         For people who know these names, it would appear as a treasure as they know its significance and sanctity. For people who are not familiar/ do not know these names, please read the story below and spread the glory of God.
        Before you get into the story there's a question for you. Have you ever listened to a stranger saying,"What are you doing here? You are not meant for this. Leave everything and do good for others". If a normal practical man hears this, he would neglect these words and go in his own way. But, there was a Man ; a man of great thoughts paid attention to all the above said words and changed his entire life style.

        And here comes the most important line of the story - for people who have no belief in God, please do not proceed further. You can read some other blogs or some of my later posts.

        Here goes the story of a Saint who lived with God,who knew only to help others, who constructed a temple at Coimbatore, healed physical/mental illness,created a history, and one day attained Samadhi.
        The RajPurohit family in Coimbatore was celebrating the arrival of a baby boy in late 19th century. He was named Venkata Kuppu. It was their family tradition to name boys in subsequent generations as Venkata Kuppu or Venkata Subbu. (Venkata Kuppu's Son would be Venkata Kuppu and Venkata Kuppu's son would be Venkata Subbu). Days passed by and He went through all ceremonies that a bachelor would come across in a Telugu Brahmin community. He attained the age of Grihastashrama and He was married to a girl called Visalakshi, who was from Anaimalai(the place where the famous Masaniamman Temple is located). They lived happily having the philosophy Be Content with Contentment in mind.
        But every human in this world is born for something. If they had no aims/goals in life, then their life becomes that of an animal. Sri Venkata Kuppu Sastri was a Forest Guard then and he used to ride horse to deliver some of the official letters. Here again,  there is a debate whether He was a Forest Guard or a Forest Ranger. Since that is of very less importance to us, let us concentrate on what history He has made. He was on his official duty and riding a horse in Anaimalai Forest. This was the place where He was enlightened by the Master, who is none other than God Himself. Suddenly, on his way, He was stopped by a Man who had a huge and a majestic look. When the Man appeared in front of Sastri, there was a huge storm which would noramlly blow off a human. The Man told,"You are not born for this. You are born for a noble cause". It was the turn for Sastri to question. He asked,"Who are you?". The majestic Man laughed like a thunder and that was the precious time in Sastri's life. Yes. He really saw who the Majestic Man was. He was none other than the Lord Himself. Sastri saw His darshan when the Man replied,"I am Bhairava" and the first Mantropadesh was given to Sastri. Sastri, now fully on his way to know Himself, came down the Hills, resigned his job, threw away the official wear and started to live a life of a Sanyasi.
        Now, there was a straight line drawn between Him and God. Meanwhile, He visited Kasi(Varanasi) where He was blessed with second Upadesh. The Upadesh was given by a person called Kasivasi Arulnambi Thambiran or Kasivasi Sachithananda Thambiran. Sastri made Thambiran  as his Guru and learnt all tantras and mantras. He returned to Coimbatore and became a Sakthi Upasakar. He made an Idol of Goddess Durgamba and called Her as Sulini Dirgamba or Bala  or Sri Raja Rajeshwari. He performed so many miracles then and slowly, gained disciples and Shishyas thereby. He initially placed the Goddess in His pooja room at home. Later on, when disciples gathered and their count increased, He constructed a temple nearby within a distance of 10 mts, and called the place where He kept Her as JothiPeetam.
        He was later named as Sri Abhayaananda by his Shishyas. Each and every Shishya was given a name that ends with nanda. He was not only a Saint, but also a person who cured diseases through medicines found by Him. He has cured so many people who had huge physical instability. He framed niyamas for Sulini Durgamba Temple. The festivals like MahaShivratri, Thaipoosam, Navratri, and Masimakam are the biggest ones celebrated in the Temple. Mahashivratri and Thaipoosam came into picture because there is a Shiva Linga and Sri Kumara Swami Idol in the Temple. Unline other Temples, Navratri is celebrated for eighteen days.
        When He was alive, Yagna would be performed on each day of Navratri and taking the God outside for a street ride would be one of the biggest functions in the city. Now, due to lack of people, that is reduced to some extent. Swami has performed miracles, not only when He was alive, but even after His Samadhi. Some of His miracles are below:
Sitting in Temple with some Shishyas, He has spotted one lady entering into the street with so many problems within her. The same moment, He has told His Shishyas,”There is one lady entering into the street. I am going to take her as my Disciple”eHe. He did not find any difference between men and women, but for Him, all are under God.
A disciple of Him was severely ill and was at the last stage of life. The disciple was staying at a place midway between Chennai and Salem. The family was praying to Swami and within next few min, to all of their surprise, Swami was there at their place. Through His powers, He got the disciple’s life back to this Earth. After so many days, a letter said the truth. The disciple and his family thanked Swami for curing him and getting him back to life. The disciples at Coimbatore read this letter , but were confused as Swami was at Coimbatore with disciples at the same time that was mentioned in the letter. They straightaway asked Swami for which they got a reply,” Yes. It was me who cured his disease and it was me who was talking to you at the same time”. Everyone who heard this was speechless at that moment.
        He has written some poems on Sri Sulini Durgamba and Sri Balagurunatha Swami, in Tamil, Telugu and Kannada. Looks like He was perfect in English too through some of His reply letters to some queries on Horoscopes from disciples. Apart from Sri Raja Rajeshwari Temple, He managed one more Temple as requested by His Kannada sub-ordinates. The temple is called “Sri Subramanya Swami Bajanai Matalayam”, where Lord Subramanya is the Primary Deity. The Viboothi or the Sacred Ash in the Temple would never be given to anyone before the Abhisheka is performed to the Vel moorthy. Similar is the case with Sri Raja Rajeshwari Temple where viboothi Abhisheka is performed to the Goddess Herself.
        Swami used to write Yantras for curing so many people’s disorders physically, mentally and for peace at their homes. Along with Him, His shishyas were also involved in that. Once He constructed Sri Raja Rajeshwari Temple at Coimbatore, He had never been to any places in search of any happiness or peace. Sri Raja Rajeshwari Temple was the place where His soul found real happiness. People used to say that He would treat Goddess Raja Rajeshwari as His mother and daughter. For Him, the only happiness was to be with Her. He was also famous for driving away evil spirits from people. He was more interested in poojas and things that would make God and people happy. People say that He stayed only in Temple at nights and would just come home for daily duties.
        At times, He used to visit graveyard with His shishyas and put chakras and ask them to sit inside the chakra. He would out a condition that in any case, they are not supposed to come out of it no matter what happens and hold the Earth for grip. Then He used to do poojas, after which Lord Rudhra(who is said to stay at grave) would come before Him and clear His doubts on so many tantras and mantras. Though the shishyas would not see the Lord Himself, they conveyed it to the family that they could hear the talk and the storm during the time Swami and the Lord had the conversation.
        Even Swami was not spared to the worldly Dharma. He left the world on a day after Vinayaka Chaturthi. He left the world on the same thithi as that of His wife after performing His wife’s Shrardh. His wish was to construct a Brindavan after His demise. This could have been completed by taking a handful of mud from the place He was buried and putting the same in temple and constructing a Brindavan by Keeping the Goddess above the Brindavan. But because of a mad and a stupid person called Vellalore Ramakrishna Iyer (a famous person who always created problems for the RajPurohit family), this was not possible as He was against Swami’s wish saying that a Hindu Brahmin should not be buried. There was a nig fight happening at the graveyard because of this and Swami’s Youngest Son Rajan could not control his temper as a result of which he put the glowing fire sticks on His head(which is carried in a pot along with the person who leaves the body). This is the only leftover wish of Swamiji, which remains unfulfilled.
        When Swamiji was alive, each and every day at temple was a festival; though they could not manage the expenses after His demise. Slowly, the later generations of His shishyas moved to various places for work and now, the temple’s expenses are manages by Swamiji’s family. Even after His demise, miracles still happen which are countless. Devotees have come saying that the Goddess appeared in their dream who was followed by Swamiji and they directed the devotee to the temple.
One of the notable incidents: It was the time when the temple was being constructed again nearly after 100 years in 1998. The Idols were placed at home and a devotee visited the home then. She was speechless when she saw the photo of Swamiji near God. She was quite sure that all her problems would be solved quickly. Given is part of the conversation that she had with Swamiji’s family, “One lady who was so beautiful came in my dream and showed the way to this temple. An old man followed the lady and He said that He was searching the Lady as She was not there at Her place. Then the half-constructed Temple appeared in my dream, the Lady and the Old Man directed me to come to Sri Raja Rajeshwari Temple. As soon as I got up, I followed the path that appeared in my dream and I found this temple. This is the same half-constructed temple that I saw in my dream. The same state it is ,in, now in reality. How blessed I am. And the Old Man I saw in my dream is none other than the person who is in the photo”. Her hands bowed towards Swamiji’s photo. Everyone was stunned to hear her words. Even today, miracles keep on happening and Swami’s blessings are seen naked when the blessed family lives happily ever after.
        People would come asking for peace, for driving away evil spirits, for getting married, for childbirth, for vimochana from bad drishti, for future predictions based on Horoscope, for mental peace and stability, for disease cure, which would be solved by Him in no matter of time. He has written ‘n’ number of songs on various Gods and unfortunately, the family is in search of that. In some unfortunate situation, the book in which He had written songs was stolen by someone because of which His work is unknown. But to those people, I would say, it is just a poem written by someone and in the next generations, it would go unknown and could be thrown. The person may think that keeping the poems with him/her may bring good to him/her. Believe me! You share good and notice you yourself will notice that you get 100 times more good and prosperity in life. But for the family, who are in search of the book, it is their own life and this way, they could spread His teachings and writings to the world and try to make the temple and Swamiji famous. When I write this, tears fill my eyes and I pray Swamiji that His teachings and writings should be spread to people and if at all it needs any negotiation, we can bear it.
      If people wonder why I write this in my blog, I would say them,”The Swami whose story is told above is none other than my Great Grand Father(my mother’s father’s father)”. I feel good and the pleasure is mine. Even now, I feel it is not me myself who is writing about Him. I feel He comes within me and directs what alphabets that I need to hit on to make words. After all, I am neither an orator nor a narrator.
        Similar post would be found in my brother’s old blog too under the topic “A Saint called Abhayaananda”. Since I write about Him, I could not find a better topic, so sharing the same topic that my brother used. Excuse me anna!.Others, please visit his blog. I could not spare writing about him too. You can find details about his site in my previous blog. If you need to know any details, please comment right here and I would get back to you.

My memories.............

Its again since a long time that I visited this site to post something. This time, I would like to introduce myself to the world as the younger sister to all my beloved loving ones( I meant my brothers and sisters). Though we cousins were brought up together, as the youngest, I would be leading them all, no matter whether it is at home, or outside. I would say the elders made it all as they allowed us to play together, laugh together, break things together, climb on roof top together, play inside water tank together, paint the home together, climb on ladder together so you could see only we standing on it - no matter whether the ladder is in a poor condition or not, try for a running race who does not have a judge, try running on road together, try to build mud home together, try to play Shiva Parvati game under Dining Table together - Dining Table would be The Himalayas, swing on jula together, decorate temple together as one of the preparations of Vijaya Dasami, prepare sand coffee together, play video games together( almost 5 - 7 of them would be playing in a two person game at a time), fight together, have food together sitting on top of dining table, play carrom together, read comics together.... almost endless to all our naughty deeds... When we grew up , we did not know that we have to be separated after some time. We only knew, then,that we would play together. Almost 15-17 years passed by and we are at different places. I am not sure, though, whether each and everyone misses those sweetest days.. But, :-(, I miss it,, Yes. I miss my brothers, my sisters, everyone, with whom I played with. I am not writing this to make them happy or for maska; but whatever I write here is true to my mind and heart. Brothers and sisters.... is it the same with you ??? Of course this would happen with each and everyone, but I did not find a better way to express it; If I don't do it now, then I may probably won't do it at all. Now everyone are separated, we do meet, only at occasions, marriage, some small function, etc,. A play turned to be a "Hi" now :-(. I had a thought in my mind, what if we unite for an outing, probably, for a couple of days, and share everythign that we missed and make it memorable. I wanted it to happen, desparately.
Though two of them are out up at Bangalore, one is at Mumbai, four of them are at Chennai and One is at Kolkata. Distance separated us a lot, but we go are grateful to the biggest boon of the century, the internet coupled with facebook. Yes. We come to know each other's status only through facebook and we remain silent in seeing the status of the other. Is this what we wanted?. Is this what we gained at last ?, Did all the love go away?, Did we become strangers? No answer... But each and everyone has a heart. The memories still reside there..:-)... I just remember some of the words in a Tamil Song, "Kaneeril anandam naan kangiren". After reading this, people think that I am crazy. Yes. I may. but if it is for my brothers and sisters, I love to be crazy. After all, it is for the people who I love. So when I write this, I just get the status of three people. One my own sister, one my cousin brother - the tallest one in my family, and his wife. My sister does not like maintaining any blogs and interested in trying out varieties of recipe. She is a good cook. I wonder, sometimes, that why she did not opt for catering services. :-). (ssssssshhhhhh: Do not say her that I am gained because of that ). She is a great orator too and little of a poet. The other one, has so many roles within him, a confident left - hander, a writer, a reviewer, a commentator, a reader, etc. He maintains a blog and a site - http://giriraajan.blogspot.com/ - the site in which he was writing about so many -  reviews, daily incidents etc., and http://www.karundhel.com/ - where he writes about world cinema reviews as exactly as it is. You can find true reviews here. The third one, I would say, is mostly doing the work that I like the most! Yes, she(my brother's wife) is a great photographer, You can find a true passion of photography in her. You can check her photos in http://opticaltrance.blogspot.com/. Please provide true comments so that she would take it constructively to improve herself in photography. She has started a 365 days project in which she started posting a picture daily for almost a year. ( I started my 365 days, influenced by her :-)). So here goes a small brief introduction of some of the blogs that I like. Never forget to comment on anything.

A true love story

Just entered the blog after a long time. Did not update anything for a long time and that was because I did not want to update anything for a long time. Quite confusing - uh?. If not to you, but atleast, it is, to me. Because I passed quite a few days without doing anything due to lack of interest. Thinking about destiny and passing days does not yield a better felling; at last, when you see your pages of life that were gone, you could find an empty glass. Though, it is prone to become pieces of irregular shape, you could make it an artistic and an interesting piece when you fill it with something that attracts people. So, I am not spared too, to all kind of mixed feelings where you pass your days without any improvement in anything.

Have you ever walked on some streets without knowing where you want to go?
Have you read a newspaper that is two or three days old and thinking that you have read all news somewhre else?
Have you watched any TV serial in some ABC language?
Have you watched Indian cinema songs in mute?

All the above said ones would be a result of those uninteresting and unimportant days of your life. I was in the same state. Thought to take a break as I know I would go unenergised if I live in such a way that is of no use to me and my surroundings. So, thought of reading a novel in English as an exercise for improving my communication. Of all the novels that were placed on the platform, the one that attracted me was "I too had a love story : A heart-breaking true love story" by Ravinder Singh. I did not know what magic the book name had on me and thought of reading it. I did not have much feel on that novel, but tried to complete it asap because I did not want to keep reading it for more than a couple of days.

The story goes here.

Four friends who are very close since their college days meet when one of them comes back to India during a vacation. They talk more during one night and the subject goes around Indian marriages and their lives of mutual adjustments. They depart after a day and one of them(Ravinder) registers himself in a matrimonial site after seeing the advertisement in a yahoo page. He tries on so many profiles; he rejects some of them and some of them reject him. Finally he is attracted towards a profile where he gets a reply. They prefer to converse and the talk goes on till a week, within which the girl and Ravi start loving each other. After a week, Ravi speaks to his parents and they become happy to hear that their son has finally shown interest in marriage life. The family accepts the girl and they both continue to fly as love birds. Meanwhile, he gets an assigment to work onsite and the couple start missing each other. He sees her and her family before boarding the flight and after coming to India after which the two familes become close to each other. Their love keeps on growing day by day that they start missing each other even if they donot speak for a couple of hours. The two familes decide their engagement to happen on Feb 14th, as chosen by the girl, Khushi. She is desparate to get married to him and in cloud nine when the engagement day comes near. She starts expressing her joy and happiness by dancing, singing and through crazy activities. Working in night shift, having loads of tickets(a so called support project's bother) in front of her, she wishes to complete all work no later than morning because that would be her last working day before her engagement. The next morning when Ravi calls her, her phone is answered by one of her friend, called Girish who conveys that she met an accident and badly wounded. Ravi just leaves messages to his friends on mobile that the engagement is postponed and leaves to her place. He is restless till he sees her and feels that he lost his life when she is kept in ICU. He plans to stay at his in-law's place till she is recovered. Though everyone treats him as a family member, a few relatives who have come to visit her express their attitude of staying in in-law's home before marriage. Meanwhile, Khushi is moved to a different hospital and her health improves. He is energised to hear that from the doctor and he plans to visit his parents as his mother wishes to see her future daughter-in-law. For some reason, he travels alone back to his in-law's place and he dreams Khushi sitting next to him in bus asking him to take care of himself and not to forget the days which were spent on talking. He spots the engagement ring on her hand, but he proably did not have any more questions to her. He feels relaxed and happy when he sees her next to him on bus. He has a good sleep that night and when he gets up in the morning as his forehead is hit on the grip, he sees some missed calls from Khushi's number. He immediately dials in, after which he is conveyed that she is no more due to a high BP. He rushes to see her(though his mind is not willing to see her dead). He spends some days with his in-laws until the ceremonies get over and returns to normal work. But since then, he is empty inside without his Khushi and rejects all the proposals brought to him by his parents. He plans to live with memories of Khushi and the story ends when he sees a baby girl who says him that her name is Khushi. He feels nothing other than Khushi's love would fill his entire life.
Though the story is well writen in terms of human relations and families, there are some places where the book could have been written in a good feel. Being in today's world, where there are so many love marriages happening around, there is no clear picture on why the guy hesitates to say about Khushi initially to his mother just because he loves her(though they belong to the same caste). The story has a very good picturization of youngsters respecting their parents and the family rules. It also depicts the easy going nature of a North Indian family; the responsibility that parents has towards their girl children and so forth. But since the main story depends on love, more focus could be given towards emotions between a couple, be it ecstasy or agony. Most of the important conversations when expressing emotions were written in Hindi, which, a non-Hindi reader would find difficult to understand. Again, the story stresses more on conversation than a written prose. The thumb rule of a love story should be a poem written in prose, which is rarely followed in this book. A person reading this story would think reading a conversation more than reading a love story. A love story should be felt more and read less. But I am not totally against this as it does create the reader an interest to read the novel; the situations and talks between couple.
The authour has tried to give us the exact glimpse of what has happened through his lines. Scenes just enter your mind as a flash, but as soon as that it is just washed away due to dialogues of various characters.
But, I felt that it could be expressed in a more good manner. After all, love cannot be defined by anyone.

My Life as an artist
It would be no exaggeration to say that I have a craze on pencils that dance on papers to render a drawing. I donot remember exactly what made me to start drawing; but, a flash strikes my mind on the first picture I drew. Having a vague memory, I think it is AAndal(The so called Shri Rangam Ranganathar's Lovable beauty). Below the picture of AAndal, I did draw the picture of Kannaki( W/O Kovalan, a character in the epic Silappathigaram). Though my first attempt turned out well, I did not sketch any for a few days. Then I started to show my talent in Biology diagrams, because of which I would become the pet of Biology staff.( In my early days, my mother used to walk to school and complain about the drawing master to himself stating that let him not give any tough diagrams to students, because, the sufferers are the parents ultimately :D). Slowly, the Artist in myself began to grow with so many versions. We had a Krishna Idol at home, which had a very old appearance as the colours on it started showing its own nature. Wow. Now I am a painter. Got some money from elders, ran to a nearby shop which sold paints, got a bunch of colours, got back to home, started painting. 1,,,2,,,,3,,,,,4,,,,5 hours gone and skipped lunch. Wow, In the evening, I said happily, "I learnt painting". I was happy that my part was given in something that turned out an old one into new.
Common; We humans are always geared up when someone praises and I am not spared too. The coming days started with papers and pencils in front of me. And almost in 6th/7th, I had a collection of 70-80 sketches filed. Though I thought myself to give a try on crafts, which became one of my favourites. Slowly, I kept on drawing with no one noticing it and finally I had so many sketches of Lord Krishna in 10th. I still maintain my sketch of Him which I drew before the day of my revision exam.
Below is the one.

Slowly, I managed to become an artist through so many people who inspired me(especially,Artist Sirpi and Artist Padmavasan, Artist Veda - the sketches used to come in Kalki DeepaWali Malar). It was in my college, though my dearest friend Vasugi that I was introduced to pencil sketching. Her father was an Artist and she shared a book that her father had purchased years ago which had beautiful pencil sketches in it. It was the time for me to read about them to tenure myself on the right way. One of the pics from that book, which I managed to draw in a paper is below.

Though, I learnt sketching in various phases, I was a bit happy and satisfied when I drew a picture of Goddess Sri Raja Rajeshwari of Jyoti Peetam, the Peetam formed by my Great Grand Father HH Shiri Shri Satguru Abhayananda Swami. Later in this blog will be published his story.
Given is the sketch that I drew. Of course, I was delighted, excited, satisfied, and..... I had no words with remaining emotions when I saw the face and structure of the Goddess to be as exact as the one in temple. Glad that I had a chance(and I am the first one too) to draw Her sketch.


Later part, is , later.

My first poem when I knew that I will never see someone special in this world

And I could not stop writing - a full geared vehicle is my mind - I would do all at once or nothing at all. I just wanna share this poem that I had written a few years ago during September second week of 2007.I remember this just because of a memory that taught me to learn about life; starting were those days where I missed someone special.. Here goes those lines..

Aadiyai padaitha aathalai manadhil
odhiye panindhenaval padhakamalathai
padhiyile yenairuthi sendralo - venda
gathi avalallal veroruvar enakku


This is one of my very first try to write a Seyyul(a 4 line poem with edugai and monai) in Tamil. Though I could not get Tamil fonts into my system, I will try to post in pure Tamil in future, especially whenever I try to say something in Tamil. The meaning of the poem goes here "I bowed to the Divine Mother who created the first source of this world, Did She leave me and go in the middle? If any shelter is given by someone other than Her, it is the worse one". I have just told about the person in some encrypted format - Person could be either "The Divine Mother" or "My Mother". Of course, the person whom I miss is my mother.

If it comes to My mother the meaning could be taken as follows:

"Adiyay paditha"  means the one who created the Source of Living. In my case it could be the source of my first breath and the source of Light that my mother showed.


I would be waiting for comments from you all...