Rise and down

Our nation walking through the years of sixty as independence, I went to think on what have been raised and went down in the life. Without going to the times of independence, if we look our life it has changed for more in recent times. Not only the way we live, but the development of surrounding, the food, work, entertainment, ruling, timing and so. As public we all behind every changes.

After the entry of computers, IT based education and jobs brought a big turn on the Indian employment. It was like the computer educators are making a good sum with middle and upper companies. This life is so comfort for many, not need to wander here and their, just making life better from a place. When the IT’s occupying the nation, other department has become to lack to impress the students.

Here my favorite place agriculture. I felt our many greenery villages and fields are facing hard time now, esp. those are to be near the cities. The boom in industries, companies, IT and for residential the land rate has been raising to very high and the farmers interest has turned on making money by selling their lands. The people in villages and involving in agriculture are started to think why we should work, most of the youngsters in villages are coming towards the cities in search of job and only the old and middle-aged people are working in fields. The disappointment they facing with water and lack of investment in crops change there path and mind. One thing that keeps on running in mind is why not the youngster should involve in doing agriculture. There is any law that educated youngsters should now do farming, education is to fill the knowledge. I felt the current price on food has risen of the decrease of agriculture products and Import of cereal from other countries.

When we are in the hands of British, the only aim was to get them away and bring the independent. For that the whole nation was in unity to fight against the force and has left lives, but today are we living like that. We formed a border with in us in the name of states, the distinguish of language, people, nature that brought a feel and practice of ours. Because of this the friendliness between neighboring states has gone down and looking with anger as they are longtime enemies. Struggling for water has become a usual thing between us, attacking other state properties and lives are one that comes yearly with some reasons.

Thinking continues…

Is how to treat a woman?

It was shocking and shameful to see even these happen in our nation at the time of celebrating 60th year of Independence. India faced many women for illegal acts, but considering as women we treated them with manner, but how dare it was to attack a woman for her free thoughts. Even it can’t be dismiss if the attack was reason for religion or any other issue it may, to attack an innocent women that too a public proxy (MLA) was becoming a caption for this is mess to mess.

You already got it right; the woman was the Bangladesh writer Taslima Nasrin. Taslima who was now in India as a refuge to save her life from a group of Muslims in Bangladesh when they decided to kill her for independent thoughts. She was earlier to Hyderabad for her book release, where a group of Majlis-e-Ittehadul Muslimeen head by legislators round up the hall to shout against her and moved inside at the end of the press meet and started to attack her to hurt. She was escaped with little wound in head, when the anger people throw whatever they found.

We should thankful for the journalist and program organizers to safely get her away from the violence group. Is that the manner we treat a person who comes with a hope on us and our democracy. It was disgrace that there was no secure for this press meet, even when there was protest for her near the place. Will the government take response for this attack to punish the legislatures and others or it will be an eye wash to left them away like most of the times.

The video of the Incident.

Hello pooja

Thinking about a post on channels in one of buddies blog , I want to write about my favorite show of PCO. This smiling girl Pooja the lovely and bubbly who was a long time arrival, but who attracted me only in recent days through Southern Spice Music channel. For sure many of them must know this girl through her popular chat-show at SS Music, even in the Saravana Stores Ad. For sometimes I have been catch up with Television at early nights, at the same time the program of PCO on SS Music, were this pooja go with a decent chat with people.

Always with a smile on the face, in her naturally existing sweet voice and the enjoyment she share with her fans are loveable. After watching her conversation with others, I wish to make a call to the show to talk to her. But I decide not to call, after two attempts of losing money even without connected. This modernly looking girl in glam, was gorgeous in traditional that western. She always remembers other that she is from Coimbatore and shows interest on calls that are from her town or near by. The Miss Kerala and Miss Coimbatore title holder was never miss out of the sense of humor, style, and the way of thinking to make difference, but end with the Tamil(thanglish).

See how nice her favorite colors are mine. Taking active part in sports makes her interest let it be swimming or badminton. I feel her show is better to our some irritating another S Music channel VJ’s. There is a comment by one of VJ recently that bloggers are depredations them much, now can tell am I depredating? I left in love only ;)

God’s Person

Murugan who has the name of Tamil god Muruga is like god for hundreds of children. His face may look familiar, but naturally he is an oddity. The 24-year-old autorickshow driver is one of a popular person in Kochi, our neighbor state Kerala. What makes him so popular is on the mission he is walking to stop the child labors and help orphaned street children to lead a courtly life.

Murugan used to scan for the children working in shops and begging for living while on his way driving through encumber streets. On this way he has rescued more than 2,000 children from different parts of the city for over past six years. As soon he found them, he lodge a complaint with the nearest police station with there photograph. We think what turns him on this behalf? He itself has a story on it.

Murugan belong to a poor family native to Tamil Nadu and moved to Idukki district of Kerala where he born. The family was happy with the labor at plantation, but their world turns upside-down when murugan’s father left the family in search of another job. At the time the 4-old murugan was enlist to an English-medium school by her mother, but hopes crashed when she couldn’t afford the free. Later on the move to the local school where his only interest was at mid-day meal. After moving to Kochi with his father as a head-load worker life was no diverge, but he was denied for schooling as he doesn’t know Malayalam. This lead his life to rag-picking and the hunger was the big problem when they never know from where the next meal would come, but they finally ended before the bakeries in city closed were they dump the leftovers at a place.

His life had little bright when he was landed in Sneha Bhavan an orphanage run by Don Bosco congregant. After 6-year of learning carpentry there, he was shifted to another orphanage by the time he was 14. Then came the turning point, were Sneha Bhavan’s director asked him to work as a volunteer for ChildLines, an NGO for poor and orphaned children, on a salary of Rs750 a month. Dividing his times between working for child line and driving an auto that was brought in 2002 with the help of few friends and director. Soon he learnt more about child rights; he started complaining against people employing children. This invites to distort the people including police to reprimand him. As his fight against child labor continues, he starts his own NGO of street workers association and become critical of orphanages. In the last few years Murugan has been playing an important role in rescuing children, esp. those works in hazardous industries. Murugan voiced on orphanages, that only giving food and shelter is not enough, they need empower.

Porridge day at old live

After a year back I was to visit my uncle’s (chittappa) home on Sunday that was also my old house. Always my aunt used to calls for home, but to avoid the difficult and hesitate of bear me to the first floor I give excuse afterwards and hold myself with the car down inside my uncle’s garage. This time they demand me that I should come for sure on this Sunday the day we making the porridge program for god Amman. Mom left earlier to help aunt for the worship; me and dad came after sometime and then uncle carried to the floor. I know they feel happy for my visit; so throw away whatever comes to break the plan I said to myself because I really want to be there for them.

Soon we came they prayed before god with the porridge and went down to distribute the porridge to public. Those days I would be watching the distributing process from the balcony, where mom, aunty and cousins carry a utensil with porridge to our neighbors. We have very friendly neighbors, and to tell there is no festival or function without sharing with them and not like those most of the times closed for sharing in my apartment. Importantly this festival is lack of interest for me, but if it was at my grandma home, I enjoy a lot for being with cousins and some of the activities that come from the nearest amman temple is fun watching. Actually the uninterested one is drinking porridge, I dislike for the taste, but it was a good one for health.

The day went on watching television and chatting with sister and brother who miss sometimes by going with his friends and checking with me. Aunt was very care for me as it was sometime after a year I was being are, but this is not for the unusual visit. She is one who never changes for anything from the day enters our family and along with our life, the love and care had no differ. All our back street neighbors were making of porridge progress on same day, couldn’t be visible, but only one of person who know me well has came to find me. I am glad this day comes to spend with my familiar house, a feel of missed the dears for long and wishes to visit often. After the evening worship with rice flour, with bye to all we left to home.