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அதிகம் பேசினால் ஏளனமாய் பார்க்கிறாய்
பேசாவிட்டால் ஏக்கமாய் பார்க்கிறாய்
தெரியவில்லை
எனக்கு பேச
உனக்கு கேட்க
அளவாய் ..

will you listen?

என்னால் சொல்லாமல் இருக்க இயலாது 
உன்னால் சொல்ல இயலாது

சொல்லு!!??..

ஆகையால் உன்னிடம் மட்டுமே சொல்கிறேன் ......

Fly and let fly

காற்றில் பறக்கும் நாள்காட்டி 

உணர்தியது 

நாட்களும் பறந்து விடுமென 

is tolerance bad?

i happened to read few words from apj.abdulkalam's vision2020. he dealt bout the development of India. i do ask you one question?why do you want to be a developed nation?don't we achieve things now?a river {flowing}is more powerful than a pond{stagnant}.we learn a lot when we are at motion than at rest.so let us be developing.achieving.wet us not fix a goal,a limit.let us march on and on,and so our spirit will not be lost.
and the next thing is i found many advantaged which kalam thought as drawbacks.few are- greater tolerance ,the lack of a sense of retaliation,more flexibility in accepting outsiders,emphasis on personal security.
so tolerance is bad?in my view certainly not. because of the lack o f tolerance many murders and unwilling acts occur in many of the foreign countries.because of that we invite many religions and cultures to our country.and because of that great tolerance of us we had not invaded anyone till now.
and in same way all the other factors are also good.if we had a sense of retaliation ,we had fought against the British and it had took too many years to get freedom. flexibility is a fox's character .it is better to bent than break.

Yama's Day

A charming, enthusiastic 5 year old child playing with her brother who is a decade elder than her. A big house with 16 ft X 16 ft hall. Two heads playing with a wooden block to bridge them both (Pallanguzhi - a game played with so many beads filled into a wooden block with many shallow pits). By her mistake she had put one of the beads into her nose. She was very much afraid, her brother took a similar bead and told that it was the bead she inserted into her nostrils. But she turned it false, because her sensation of the bead inside the nose was intense. That was a Sunday, her father was not with them. Her bromo (Mother and brother) were broken. Her mom carried her to the neighbour who was a nurse in the government hospital to remove the bead. Nurse found nothing and told them that the child is only afraid. She had got nothing inside. Her mom was totally afraid that she should not have inhaled the bead entirely. They asked her to sneeze, so that the bead shall come out. But everything in vain. They approached a neighbour to take her to the near by hospital. That being a Sunday and many of the hospitals were closed. Also, the house being in the outskirts of the town, they had to travel a long distance, with the child being scared of the happenings. Door by door, hospital by hospital, no doctor, no treatment. Her bromo was very much depressed.
At last, with the child's luck they found a doctor who was ready to treat. In no time, he took the bead out. If they had come later, he could do nothing. The neighbour took back the girl to her house. While stepping inside the house, the child roared a long loud sneeze.
Note: This is something real in my 'PrAnan' (life) and the child is none but me. The reason behind this is to show that Yama can do his duty with ease on Sunday, especially in a country like India where even doctors enjoy the Sunday's holiday.

Blog Launch

Hi,
This is my first attempt to create a blog. Hope, I find enough time to update my blog @ regular intervals and my progress goes smooth and steady. Cheers :)