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எல்லாமும் மாறித்தான் போகும் இந்த உலகத்திலே!

நல்லோரும், அல்லாரும்,  இல்லாரும் உள்ளோரும்,

எல்லோரும் மாறித்தான் போவார் இந்த பூமியிலே!

யார் மனத்தில் எதுவென்று யாருக்குத் தெரியும்?

யாரிடத்தில் கொரோனா என்று எப்படிப் புரியும்?

நம்பிக்கையிலா உலகத்தில்நடமாடும் நமக்கு 

அவநம்பிக்கை அதிகரிக்க வந்ததே இப் பெரும் தொற்று!

மாற்றம் நிறைந்த உலகிலே மாறாததும் உண்டு!

சூரிய உதயம் மாறாது!

சுட்டிக் குழந்தை புன்னகை மாறாது!

பிறப்பவர் எப்படியும் இறப்பார் அது மாறாது!

உண்மை அன்பும் மாறாது!

உண்மை அன்பை மதித்தால் பெரு நன்மை மட்டுமே விளையும்!

அன்புள்ளவரை அடையாளம் காண கொரோனாவும் காரணமாய் அமையும்!

நேசம் செலுத்துவோம்! நேர்மையாய் இருப்போம்!

பாசம் வைப்போம் ! பலன் பெறுவோம்!

இதையும் கடப்போம் அன்பால், அறிவால்!!

வாழ்க வளமுடன்!!

பரிட்சை எழுதிய கதை!

1977 ஆம் வருடம்.  நேரு நினைவு கல்லூரி, புத்தனாம்பட்டியில் சேர்ந்து இளம் அறிவியல் வேதியியல் (BSc Chemistry)படித்து வந்தேன். முதல் பருவத் தேர்வுக்கு(semester) ஊருக்கு வந்திருந்தேன். கொஞ்ச நாள் விடுமுறை. படித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தேன். பின்னர் கல்லூரிக்கு சென்றேன். 
பரிட்சை எழுத அனுமதி சீட்டு (  hall ticket) வாங்கச் செல்லும் போது தான் தெரிந்தது கல்லூரி அடையாள அட்டையை வீட்டில் வைத்து விட்டு வந்து விட்டேன் என்று. அது இல்லாமல் அனுமதி சீட்டு தர இயலாது என்று கண்டிப்பாக கூறிவிட்டார்கள்.
சரி ஊருக்கு போய்விட்டு கடைசி பேருந்தில் திரும்பி வந்து விடலாம் என்று கிளம்பினேன்.
ஊருக்கு வந்தேன். நேரம் மாலை 6.00 மணி. கடைசி பேருந்து மாலை 6.30க்கு . துறையூருக்கு. பின் துறையூரிலிருந்து புத்தனாம்பட்டிக்கு கடைசி வண்டியை பிடிக்க வேண்டும்.
அடையாள அட்டையை தேடி எடுத்தேன் பின் உடனடியாக கிளம்புகிறேன் என்று சொல்லி பேருந்து நிறுத்தத்துக்கு வந்தேன் கடைசி வண்டியை பிடிக்க . ஆனால் அன்று அந்த வண்டி வரவில்லை. என்ன செய்ய? வழக்கமாக விடியற்காலையில் 5:30 க்கு செல்லும் முதல் வண்டியில் சென்றால் போய்விடலாம் என்று தந்தை கூற, சரியென்று தங்கிவிட்டேன். கல்லூரியில்  முதன் முதல் தேர்வு எழுதும்  போது இத்தனை தடங்கல்களா என்று எண்ணிக் கொண்டே தூங்கி எழுந்தேன்.
அன்று பார்த்து 5:30 க்கு வர வேண்டிய வண்டி வரவில்லை. பேருந்துகள் மிகக் குறைவாக இருந்த காலம். நகரப்பேருந்துகளும்( town bus) மிகக் குறைவு .
அப்போது பால்ய  நண்பர் மணி ஒரு யோசனை சொன்னார். ஆறு மணிக்கு மல்லியகரையில் இருந்து  ஒரு வண்டி துறையூருக்கு இருக்கிறது. அதைப் பிடிக்கலாம் என்று தமது மிதிவண்டியை எடுத்து வந்தார். வேக வேகமாக மிதித்து இரண்டு கல் தொலைவில் உள்ள  மல்லியகரை  அழைத்துச் சென்றார். அந்த வண்டியும் அப்போதுதான் நான் கிளம்பி இருந்தது. அதை பிடிக்க முடியவில்லை. ஒன்றும் புரியவில்லை என்ன செய்வது என்றும்  தெரியவில்லை அடுத்த வண்டி 8 மணிக்கு மேல்தான் வரும் அதைப் படித்தால் தேர்வு எழுத முடியாது.
அப்போது மணி சொன்னார் " சம்பத்து தம்மம்பட்டி போலாம் " என்றார். மல்லிய கரையில் இருந்து தம்மம்பட்டி 16 கல் தொலைவு. மலைப்பாங்கான சாலை . முடியுமா என்று தயங்கினேன். மணி. " வா போயிடலாம் , தம்மம்பட்டியிலிருந்து நிறைய வண்டிகள் துறையூருக்கு உண்டு" என்று கூறியவர் என்னை உட்கார வைத்து அந்த பழைய மிதிவண்டியில் அழைத்துக் கொண்டு சென்றார்.
அவ்வப்போது கொஞ்ச தூரம் நானும் மிதித்தேன். ஆனால் பெரும்பாலும் அவர் தான் மிதித்தார். விரைக்க விரைக்க தம்மம்பட்டி வந்து சேர்ந்தோம். துறையூருக்கு ஒரு வண்டி கிளம்பிக் கொண்டிருந்தது. அதை பிடித்து விட்டேன். சரியான நேரத்தில் வந்து சேர்ந்து தேர்வும் எழுதிவிட்டேன்.
அன்று அந்த தேர்வு எழுதாமல் இருந்திருந்தால்  எனது சான்றிதழில் ஒரு புள்ளி விழுந்திருக்கும். வாழ்க்கையில் arrears என்ற மறு தேர்வு எழுதாத எனது சாதனை போயிருக்கும்.
எல்லா பாடத்திலும் "All pass " என்ற பெருமைக்காக கல்லூரி என்னை கெளரவித்தது போயிருக்கும்.  இதே காரணத்தால்தான்  எனக்கு வேலைக்கான நேர்காணல் அழைப்பு கிடைத்தது; வேலையும் கிடைத்தது.
இத்தனைக்கும் காரணமான நண்பர் மணி படித்தது. 6 ஆம் வகுப்பு வரைதான்.
நன்றி மணி!

பின் குறிப்பு:
நண்பர் மணி தற்போது கொசுவலை உற்பத்தி தொழிற்சாலை நடத்தும் தொழில் அதிபர் .
மற்றும் ராசி பள்ளிக் குழுமத்தின் ஒரு இயக்குனர். மற்றும் பல பல.... அத்தனையும் உழைப்பு!

Kindness exists!

"Thank you Sharif " I  got down from the car and reached the apartment at third floor. After work I used to take shower and when I opened the tap, water was not coming. Being new to the place I have not stored any water for emergency as I was told there was 24 hours water supply. Also I did not have any sorage containers. The water from the tap is pure potable water you can drink directly!! I  called Sharif, the driver assigned to me, and told him about the water. He told that some maintenance might be happening and probably be resuming later.
It was 5:00 p.m. I just changed the dress and sat in living room waiting for water.
I am in Kizilyurt, a small town in the Republic of Dagestan in the Russian Federation. There was a small cement factory facing quality issues. My friend Hasan asked my  help. Earlier I visited in Oct-Nov 2018. Gave some suggestions which were duly accepted and implemented. They called me again.I suggested to find an apartment instead of hotel and I was provided with one.
Now to continue the story: By 6:30 p.m. I came down to find out actually what was going on about the water. In the Russian settlements - village, town or big cities-  there will be always benches in front of the apartment entrances, walkways, parks etc. I saw an old woman- older than me- sitting. I asked her in Russian about the water issue. She also told that it should resume by 8:00 p.m. I retuned to the room and was waiting for the water to make supper.
By 8:00 p.m. I heard a knock in the front door. I was surprised because I was new and I did not expect any visitors. On opening the door I saw the same old woman carrying a six litre water bottle. She told me that the water might resume only by the next day and asked me to have this water. So thoughtful!  I did not know what to say! I thanked her and took that. She asked if there were any empty bottles.  I found two and she took them with her. After some time she came and asked me to go to ground floor to bring the water filled bottles as she could not climb three floors. She was living in the second floor. She went somewhere and brought water for a complete stranger! I was overwhelmed!
The water was helpful for the night and the next day morning.
I went to work . While returning after work in the evening she was sitting in the same bench. She smiled , we exchanged greetings. The water resumed.  I went out to the supermarket for shopping. Bought a delicious cake & fruit juice and while returning I saw her sitting with friends. I offered her the cake and juice, she smiled and said she did not eat these! I requested her to accept and offer to her grandchildren! Reluctantly she took.
We meet daily now and exchange smiles and greetings!
Good people exist !
யாதும் ஊரே யாவரும் கேளிர்!
All places our  own, everyone is our kin!
28 July 2019

அம்மா லீலாவதி

எந்நேரம் யாம் வந்த போதும்
கண்களில் கரை புரளும் வாஞ்சை!
அன்னமிட்டு , ஆதரவாய் பேசி
உண்ண வைத்து உபசரித்து
கண்ணேறு கழித்து, ஆசிர்வதித்து
சென்று வா என்று சொலும் அன்னையே!
இனி எங்கே காண்பேன் உன்னையே?
புன்னகை மாறாத முகமெங்கே?
நெற்றியில் திருநீறிடும் கரமெங்கே?
வற்றாத அன்பு சொரியும் கண்ணெங்கே?
அன்பே சொல்லாய், அன்பே வாழ்வாய்,
அன்பே செயலாய், அன்பே உருவாய்
அரு வாழ்வு வாழ்ந்த அன்னையே!
உனை இழந்து என்ன செய்வோம் இனிமேல்?
அய்யா சென்றதும் அகம் நொந்து
அய்யாவைத்  தேடி அங்கு சென்றீரோ?
ஐயகோ என் செய்வோம் நாங்கள்?
தெய்வமாய் இருந்தீர்! தெய்மாகவே ஆனீர்!
இறையே விரும்பி உம்மை
இங்கே வா என்றழைத்துக்  கொண்டாரோ?
எங்கள் இதயத்தில் வீற்றிருக்கும் அன்னையே
என்றும் எம்மை காத்தருள்வீர்!
13May2019

என் உயிர்

அளக்க முடியுமா அந்த துக்கத்தை?
அதிகபட்சத்தின் அளவுகோல் இது தானா?
அன்பே! எனைப் புரிந்து கொண்ட ஆருயிரே!
இன்னுயிர் துறந்தாய் என் இதயம் வெடிக்க!
அறிந்தும் அறியாப் பருவ திருமணம்,
ஆயினும் இணைந்தது நம் இருமணம்
கண்களைப் போல் இரண்டு செல்வங்கள்
கண்டு மகிழ்ந்தோம் பலப்பல தேசங்கள்
உழைத்தோம் உயர்ந்தோம்  உயர்வித்தோம்!
பெற்றோரை பேணிக் காத்தோம்.
ஓட்டு வீட்டில் வாழ்க்கையைத் தொடங்கினோம்
ஓரெட்டு வீடுகள் கட்டினோம் பின்னர் .
நீ வந்த பின் நினைத்தது நடந்தது.
அன்னையாய் , அன்புத் துணையாய்
சகோதரியாய், மகளாய், மருமகளாய்
எப் பணியும் சிறப்புற செய்தவளே!
என் நெஞ்சில் நிறைந்தவளே!
எங்கே சென்றாய் என்னை விட்டு?
சுத்தம் , சுகாதரம் நித்தம் காத்து,
எப்பொருள் எங்கென்று நியமம் வகுத்து
கேட்டதை நொடியில் எடுத்துத் தருவாயே!
விட்டு விட்டு எங்கே சென்றாய் நீ?
அருண் திருமணம் முடித்தேன்- உன்
ஆவல் படியே செய்தேன்!
அகிலாவின் வாழ்க்கையை அமைத்து
அதன் பின் வருவேன் உன்னிடம்!
குழந்தைகளைக் காப்பாய் ! குலதெய்வமாய் இருப்பாய்!
மழலை அருள் தந்து அவர் வாழ்வில் வளம் சேர்ப்பாய்!
கொஞ்சம் பொறு வந்து விடுவேன்!
26 June 2019

இறுதி மடல்!

ராணுவ வீரனின் மடல்!
எந்த நொடியில் மரணம் நேரும்
என்பதை அறியாமல் எங்கோ செல்கிறோம் நெஞ்சில் எம்மைச் சுமந்த பெற்றோர், கொஞ்சிக் கொஞ்சிக் குலாவிய குழந்தை, அன்பே உருவாய் அருள் நிறை மனையாள், ஆதரவு காட்டும் அருமை நண்பர்,
எல்லாம் துறந்து எங்கோ செல்கிறோம்! எப்போது எது நடக்கும் ? யாருக்குத் தெரியும்? அரசியல் சதுரங்க விளையாட்டில், சிப்பாய் அப்பாவிகள் அழிவது எப்போது நிற்கும்? மனிதனை மனிதன் ஏன் வெறுக்க வேண்டும்? மனிதனை மனிதன் ஏன் கொல்ல வேண்டும்?
கடும் பணியிலும் கொடுங் குளிரிலும்
முகம் தெரியா எதிரியுடன் மோதுகிறோம்.

அடுத்த விடுப்பில் செல்லும் போது அன்னைக்கு புடவை எடுக்க வேண்டும், அப்பாவிற்கு கடிகாரம் கட்ட வேண்டும்,
குட்டிப் பாப்பாவிற்கு தங்கச்சரடும்,
எட்டிப் பார்க்கும் என்னவளுக்கு கொட்டிக் கொடுக்க வேண்டும் அன்பை!

ஐயகோ அங்கே வருவதென்ன?
அக்கினிப் பிழம்பாய் வெடிக்கிறதே?
அனலும் அளவிலா நெருப்பால்
குழந்தை புரண்ட நெஞ்சம்
குப்பென்று பற்றி எறிகிறது!
அம்மா அம்மா அருகில் வா!
அப்பா அப்பா எங்கே நீங்கள்?
இன்பத்திலும் துன்பத்திலும் என்னுடன் இருந்தவளே
என்னை எனக்கே புரிய வைத்த நல்லவளே உன்னை விட்டு செல்லப் போகிறேன் கண்மணி என்னை மன்னித்து விடு! பொறுப்புகள் விட்டுச் செல்கிறேன்
கருத்துடன் மகனை காப்பாற்று.
கிழவர் பதறாமல் பார்த்துக் கொள்
கிழவி புலம்புவாள் பொறுத்துக் கொள்! கண்ணே ! கருவிழியாளே! கற்புக்கரசியே! உன்னை விட்டுச் செல்கிறேன்!
என்னை மன்னித்து விடு

Rescue of Remo!

Rescue of Remo

During the daily chat, my wife's voice was very dull, and I could sense something is wrong. I asked what happened. With a feeble voice she said Remo was not feeling well; and bells started ringing in me.

Remo is our pet dog. He was brought from my wife's place. Akila named him as Remo.

The same week Arun visited and he liked him more than anybody. He brought a chain; brought special food; took for walk and so on. Everyday during the chats Remo would be a subject. How he shakes hands, what does he eat etc.

During my next visit to India after receiving blessings from mother and entering the house I met Remo. He was very cute. I also started playing with him. One night there was a rain. We usually tie him in the place where we keep the cattle.  I heard his barking and rushed to see. The rain drops were spilling on him and he could not bear it. I untied him and brought to another adjacent closet and tied him. He started barking again and could not stop. I understood he felt lonely there. Then I brought and tied near the door and car. He felt comfortable and stopped the barking.

Everybody liked him. We understood him as a child. Mother, sister and whoever visit the house would give him special attention.

Therefore, when I heard he was ill I felt bad. He was not taking food. Next day morning I called and enquired about him the news was still bad. His stools contained blood stream. I asked to take to Doctor. Mother arranged a local person who by experience treated the animals. The second day was worse.  No food again the discharge contained blood. Arun and Akil were making calls and wife started worrying.  In the village people looked at us differently. Worrying for a dog! Wife started to feed some milk into his mouth forcibly.

It was Thursday. Arun was asking the developments and he took one-day permission to work from home and arrived all the way from Bangalore to Echampatty on Friday 3^rd Nov. morning .

He searched in the internet and found a doctor in Attur and got an appointment also. He took Remo to a doctor by the name of Mahatma. (with the help of Anbalagan his cousin)

The doctor examined and said he had viral infection. He said the treatment was possible and he could start the treatment if we assure to bring him for three days continuously. Because in the part of the world only people spend money to treat cows or very high breed dogs. Nobody bothers for a dog like Remo!

Arun said ok. He started the treatment.  Second day some improvement was visible. The blood from the stools stopped. He started taking liquids. Today the third day he started barking and shaking hands. I just wanted to talk to the Doctor. I thanked him for his help. Instead he thanked us for taking care of a dog and said Remo was out of danger!

Remo was rescued by Arun! We are proud of him!

5 Nov17

Lemon Rice and an Egg

It was 1983. I was planning to go to Sannanallur to visit my best friend Dharmalingam. During my first visit in 1980 the love and affection showed to me by them especially mother made me visit them once in six months at least.

As I was working in Madukkarai -Coimbatore I had to go Sannanallur via Thanjavur. My friend Mohan is from Thanjavur and he asked to visit his family. In fact, I was more willing to visit. He gave me a bag as an identification and I started to Thanjavur. Telephones were very rare in those days.

I came to Thanjavur and through the city bus 6 arrived the bus- stop and by enquiring people reached the house. On seeing me everybody was excited as I was looking exactly like Mohan. Sisters Periya puppy and China puppy called me Anna at the first instance! Father was a genuine gentleman with all the love and care. They were so loving and caring I felt at home. I had the feeling this is also my home. I considered mother of Dharmalingam is next to my own mother. And I added Mohan’s mother also to it.  After some time I left for Sannanallur and they asked me to visit there during the return journey.

I went to Sannanallur and had a very nice time. Mother cooked all the special dishes for me. Idly with many chutneys, Sweets, degree coffee etc.  Stayed for a day and next day I had to start and preferred to go early so that I might pay a visit to Mohan’s home on the way.  Mother finally allowed me to go. After getting blessings from her I started to Thanjavur. From Sannanallur garden we used to collect the fruits and Mother gave me many fruits to carry. 

I arrived to Mohan’s home. They were waiting for me. Morning breakfast was ready. I shared part of the fruits brought from the Sannanallur Garden to them. They were very happy. I had to start to catch the bus so that I could reach Madukkarai for the 4 to 12 shift. They gave a parcel to Mohan. I collected it and Mother gave me a parcel too for lunch. I was overwhelmed by the affection.

I boarded the bus. Arrived to Karur. I was hungry and opened the parcel. It was flavoring lemon rice and a boiled egg. Anybody will give you a rice pocket. Only a mother will keep one egg along with it.

That is mother. I have lot of mothers and each one is special. 

Happy Mother’s Day

Sampath

14^th May 2017

Father the Saviour

காலம் கடந்தும் கருத்தில் கலந்திருப்பார்!

ஞாலம் சுற்றிவர நம்பிக்கை அளிப்பார்!

வேலை காரணம் வெகுதூரம் செல்வார்!

வீட்டில் யாவர்க்கும் வெகுமதி செய்வார்!

தனக்கென எண்ணார் தம்பசி காட்டார்!

தந்தை! அவர்தான்    நம் தன்னம்பிக்கை!

தந்தையாய் மாறுகையில் -நாமும் உணர்வோம் அவர் தவத்தை!!

Time shall pass,thoughts of him will never erase!

"Run around the world " that will be his word to you!

Goes far far away for work ; brings gifts to all except for self!

He never thinks of him ,you never know when he is hungry!

Papa is your confidence! Papa is sent by providence !!

When you became a Papa you shall understand it's essence !

Love your father!

Trip to Moldova

It has been a long awaited trip to Moldova.

Once we thought that there was an arrival visa policy and last moment we found it was not and cancelled the trip.

The second time the visa was stamped but we got the passports only after the visa dates got expired! And the trip was cancelled.

Finally we planned everything in advance and the trip actually stared on 7 ^th Dec. 15.

Though this is a business trip, this article will not say anything about the business aspects.

George and I started from Karaganda to Chisinau en route Moscow. We arrived at Chisinau airport, a small airport.Moldova is a small country producing the best wines. Agriculture is major economy.

In the airport after checking our passports and visa, they asked to go back to stay on the redline and wait! We felt something was wrong and started thinking what should be our next action. Finally after 10 minutes of waiting, one officer came and let us to go! We collected the baggage and were searching for the driver. We located a person holding a placard of  Lafarge. His name was Oleg and he took us to his car. I always prefer to sit in the front with the driver and sat in the front. We developed a conversation and I came to know he was married and had a daughter studying at school. He was so cordial to us. We asked to take us to a money exchange center and help us to buy local sim cards. He took us to one small super market where the money can be exchanged. We exchanged the money and I wanted to buy some water in the super market. While checking inside the super market I saw a beautiful chocolate cake. I bought that cake. He then took us to the Orange mobile phone shop where we bought sim cards. It took some time and he was very patient and waiting.

We arrived at the plant in Rezina and after the formalities and Oleg took us to the guest house. While departing I presented the cake to him as a gift to his daughter. I told him I also have a daughter and son. He was surprised to receive a cake from a foreigner!

Rezina is a small city and no star hotels are available there. One family is running a guest house. The land lady Svetlana was sixty years old and was very, very hospitable. The room was not bad. A small TV with local channels was there and  WIFI was available! Svetlana cooked a delicious food for us. I went to bed early.

The next morning the breakfast was also good. She offered some Moldavian sweets made of grapes and other fruits. We visited the plant. Volodaya, the kiln coach was assigned to help us. He was a nice guy and showed us the plant and provided the necessary information. The shift supervisor Gregory and the CCR operators were very cordial. End of the day, I have offered them some small souvenirs fromKazakhstan. They were very happy to receive them. Sergei, production manager was giving us ride from guest house to plant!

In the evening Svetlana prepared a fish dish for us. It was delicious. I presented her a small souvenir and she was very happy. The next day in the plant we visited the quarry, met the process engineers, quality engineer and found all are very courteous and offering all the data we asked. Vova, the kiln coach took us to the packing plant also and the day came to an end. I just put the flash light I was using in to his pocket and I could see from his eyes the mutual grateful feelings.

Evening we invited Sergei, the production manager for dinner. We went to a bar and the food was good and the prices were very cheap.

The next day morning at 7 we have to leave for the airport. Svetlana prepared an early special breakfast at 6.30 am itself.

Oleg was the driver again, I was very happy to see him again. He said his daughter liked the cake very much and thanked me again and from the closet of the car he took two bottles of CRICOVA wine, the famous one, and presented each one to George and me !! Reciprocation !!

He took us in time to the airport! I thanked him and I checked my purse and took the unspent remaining Moldavian currency and inserted in his pocket.

He looked at me and we exchanged mutual feelings!

The people are good! Everybody wants to offer what they could !! I would love to visit Moldova again.

Why do I love Jesus

Recently I watched again the movie "Benhur".  Benhur was a soldier contemporary to Jesus. The charriot race of the film is the best one till date in the Hollywood films.

Well, we are not going to talk about that race or the Hollywood.

In one of the scenes, Jesus would be offering water to Benhur. And Benhur got a chance to reciprocate in the last scenes to offer water to Jesus while He was carrying the cross. But he could not.

Jesus is the ultimate one to show love to everyone. In the same Benhur movie at climax we can see the blood from the wounds of Jesus healing the lepors. Throughout the movie the director was so brilliant that he did not show the face of Jesus!

During my visit to UK, I had the opportunity to visit a church in Cambridge in the name of Mary Magdalene. I was surprised to see a church in this name. Because She was described in Christianity as a low moral woman. Though people like Dan Brown in the Da Vinci code novel, described her as the Grail and the spouse of Jesus.

Through bible we could understand that Jesus loved the poor and weak. He himself being son of a carpenter He chose fishermen shepherds and like, as His followers! 

He rescued the poor Magdalen when the people got ready to stone her to death as she was declared as a sinner. The famous saying "The one who didn't commit a sin throw the first stone" by Jesus saved her life and she became her follower. 

Jesus couldn't differentiate anybody to show his affection and love. He was so magnanimous that He cared for those who were neglected from the society. 

The world was so cruel that teeth for teeth, blood for blood was the rule. That's why when he started preaching love in a layman's language it reached millions! He inspired the people to love. 

Love, love and love that was the principle teaching of Jesus! 

He said he would change water to wine. 

Any water contaminates after a period of time. But more the time the wine is stored, the better would be the quality of the wine. That is the reason he used such words that the poor would understand!  Changing the ordinary to everlasting enlightened!

He loved the thieves who were put on the cross side by side along with him!

He would love the single kid of goat that was left out in the fields and he would search for the kid with all the force available!

He loved the woman who was thrown to the street to die by stoning!

He loved the rich and poor!

There are millions of reasons to love Jesus!

I love Jesus!

Doctor for the Poor

It was 1977 and I was doing my PUC course - pre university course.
I had study holidays and was at home, preparing for examinations. Father was digging deep the well as water level had gone down.

They were using some explosives for digging. Sometimes some of the detonators used would not explode. Those would be collected and kept safe in the motor room at the fields.
I used to utilize that room for studies. I saw the detonators and started playing with one. I was a mischievous lad then! The detonators had two wires - one is positive and the other was negative . I took a flash light and removed the batteries and started connecting them to the batteries. Nothing happened. I tried again. Alas! The detonator blasted! Left hand wrist, stomach, chest everywhere injuries . I was crying and shouting. My father was rushing from the fields to me. He bandaged the wounds with towel and was carrying to the house. Mother also was rushing and one bus was coming. We stopped the bus and boarded to go to hospital.Mother checked her tiny typical surukkupai - purse; only one  10 Rupee  note was there. Tickets each 35 paise totaling 1.05 Rupee were taken to Attur, the nearest town. We got down at Attur bus stand hired a horse cart for 2 Rupees and rushed to Ramadoss Nursing Home. We had only 6.95 Rupees.

The doctor with genuine smile saw us. Immediately took me to the new operating room; Removed the pieces; did the surgery and admitted to the hospital to the new room built. Virtually we did not have any money. He did not ask any! One nurse was sent to bring the medicines. All treatment was going on. Not even a single Rupee was asked. Tea from doctor's home was served to me.
It was a heavy drought season in whole Tamilnadu. Agriculture was not at all possible due to scarcity of water. Even drinking water was not available. With all our resources father was trying to dig deep the well and all money was going there.

Dr. Ramadoss was usually called as the Doctor for the Poor. By a single glance he would understand the disease of the patient and more importantly the patient's finance condition. For many patients he used to treat for free and give bus fare to go home !
He was our family doctor! For  four generations- grand father, father,me and my children- he gave us treatment. Whenever possible we used to pay for the medicines only. Only some vegetables, milk, some rice for Pongal festival - these are the doctor fees we used to pay! I used to prepare for the examinations at the hospital. He tried with all possible treatment to discharge me before the examinations commence. Exactly two days before I was discharged with a small sling in my left hand. We did not pay any money. He did not ask also . After the harvest we assured to pay the bills. I attended the examinations and passed in first class!

This is Dr. Ramadoss! A great soul and a wonderful human being!  He always approached the patients gently and charged them what they could afford!
If a specialist is to be consulted he would find someone who would charge very reasonably!
Any of our family function he would find the time to attend.
When I was at  the age of 13, my milk teeth of 8 numbers did not fall and the permanent teeth also started growing. My mouth was full of teeth and as I was trying to close my mouth, my looks were very awkward. One day while visiting him, he looked at me and asked me to show the teeth. After that he told his assistant to hold me tight and asked me to open my mouth. Within no time he took a dentist tong like a cutting plyer and pulled out all the protruding teeth. Even I kicked him a little during this process !
My father was a big fan of him. Many times he gave treatment to my father and my father used to say that he was living because of him. Father used to keep a photo of him in our home. Everyday he used to see the photo till date.

Such a great soul is no more now. Maybe the Almighty wanted a better doctor to take care of His Holy staff and called our doctor back!
In the city of Attur nobody will forget him.
We lost a great human being! He will be always in our hearts!

May his soul rest in peace.

SIM CARDS IN OUR LIVES

SIM CARDS IN OUR LIVES

During my trip in April 2015 to UK, my son Arun gave me a SIM card for the local usage. The SIM was not fitting to my Iphone slot and we were searching to cut it to fit to the Iphone.

We approached a store in Coventry, West Midlands, and asked to help one Indian salesman. He happily agreed and asked 5 Pounds as the service charge. I was shocked. Almost 500 Rupees! Arun informed that the cost of the SIM card itself is only one Pound

I said no need to cut and came back and we decided to approach one more shop where the students usually go!

Arun was having classes at the University and he excused himself.  I decided to roam around the places in the city centre. There was a Main Market.

I went inside and saw one Punjabi young man’s vegetable shop. I was checking the vegetables. Almost all vegetables were available. I purchased some and I asked him in Hindi where I could cut this SIM card to fit to my phone. He said he was also selling SIM card and he was doing part time job in that vegetable shop! He just asked me to hand over the SIM card and gave me a new SIM card which would exactly fit to Iphone. He said in Hindi, “Uncleji do not worry both SIM cards are from the same company, you can talk to your son free of cost.” He helped insert it into my phone and activated it. I asked,” How much?” He simply laughed and said, “We just exchanged the SIM cards; no charges!” I wished him all the best and called Arun and informed the new number.

I had some Pounds which I wanted to deposit in Arun’s account. Being first time in that place I found a little difficult to locate the Bank.

In the entrance of a mall I saw one Indian selling SIM cards of a mobile company. There was a small umbrella and he was trying very hard to sell. As usual people do not care to stop. I approached him and he asked me whether I wanted a SIM. I told him my SIM card story and asked him the way for the Bank, He explained and showed the way. Then I asked him who he was and what was he doing. He said he was a student and doing part time job to support his expenses in turn to reduce his parents’ financial load. He was doing his M.S. in construction management! I was impressed. Then I found the bank and deposited the money.

During my second visit to Coventry this August 15, I came to know that two of Arun’s apartment’s partners were doing part time selling the SIM cards. Arun was also trying to get some part time job.

I returned to Kazakhstan, one day Arun called and informed that he was also selected as a salesman for one mobile company. Now he is selling SIM cards to reduce my financial load!

In UK if you see anyone selling SIM cards, most probably that person will be a student! May be he would be an intelligent post graduate, who is not having any ego, who respects all the jobs!!

If you want to buy a SIM card you could always support a student! 

What that looks is not what it is!

While waiting to board at Almaty International Airport went to the cafe and ordered a cappuccino. While slowly enjoying the drink, noticed a kazak woman withdrew a chair and sitting on it started waving hands. I was surprised what was she doing. Noticed one more woman sitting in another chair also doing same. Both were sitting in the same direction. Suddenly I understood, the women were praying! 
They were silently performing the prayer with the correct rituals at the same time others cannot easily understand. 
Lived in Arab countries I could understand the Namas!
Soul touching! In this country I could witness the hugging and kissing in the public. On the contrary people worship also in public! 
Mixture of culture! People believe faith is the truth! 
What that looks is not what it is! 

You cannot offer which you do not possess!

Jesus has abundant level of Love. He teaches, preaches love! He says "Love your enemy also" Throughout His life He tried to sow the seeds of love. For which people gave Him the cross. Because they could offer only what they had!
Buddha , had plenty of knowledge! He was a son of a king! He always preached in a commanding manner! 
Jesus can be physically touched but Buddha cannot be!
Once, while walking through a village somebody offered Buddha some sweets which he could not accept. In Another  village, one person came and started abusing Him with very strong words but Buddha was unperturbed and moved along. The infuriated disciples asked him why did He allow the talk. Calmly Buddha replied " when the sweets were offered I could not accept they took back. When someone offers bad words if I do not accept that would go back to the source " He smiled and walked calmly.
When somebody offers bad words, please feel pity on him/her. The poor person has only bad words to offer. Instead you offer the good because you are filled with blessings!

The Beginning and the End

 When the child comes to the world crying; the mother and the relatives would be smiling.

This is only occasion where the child’s tears bring cheers to the mother.

The End is entirely different. Except the deceased the others would cry (that also if the deceased’s deeds are to that level)

Both are of same nature – birth and death – same magnitude, same level – life starts and life ends. But the feelings are opposite.

Recently I attended a funeral.

Anatoly, one of our old employees, was the shop chief of Clay crusher. When we started the plant, his experience helped to stabilize the unit. He contributed whatever he could. After two years of plant operation he opted for retirement. Management was ready to extend his employment until he could perform. He opted to retire owing to health reasons. He was given a befitting farewell.

4^th of August 2014, he passed away. We went for the funeral. It was an old house. Around 15 ladies, some children and 5 men were there. The ambience told the sad story. All are waiting for the van. From the morgue the van came with the coffin. The coffin was off loaded and the cover opened for people to pay their last respect. Anatoly was dressed like a king. A cross is kept in the chest. Even the dead body also indicated the pain he came across. An Orthodox cross was kept there which will be positioned in the grave yard. The Cross which took the life of Christ became divine! The Orthodox cross contains three cross beams. The lowest foot rest one was slanted the top edge pointing the good thief and lower edge to the bad thief. Good and bad are always there and exist!

Two wreaths were kept in the foot side. His wife was standing in the head side; three other girls were also standing and sobbing. Everybody looked tired and devastated, but at the same time trying to adapt to the reality.

One woman had a bundle of hand kerchiefs and tying on the hands of the volunteers who would help in the rituals. There were only two men and the remaining were woman volunteers.

Anatoly was Godfather to Sasha. This Sasha met with an electrical accident and died; Anatoly was arranging for the funeral at that time in spite of his old age and sickness. I was there in that funeral also. I learnt what a genuine kind of man was Anatoly.

I asked Erlan, one of our shop chiefs, whether I could pay respect like our Indian custom. He said Ok. I went near to the coffin and touched his feet and brought the two palms together, the Indian way of showing respect. The wife and the others noticed this; I could not contain the tears from the eyes. The tears started rolling down uncontrollably. And I walked away from there to the car.  Modern society teaches us not to cry openly, but after all we are the weak human!

Cross

Cross is an important thing in many persons life!

The Christians worship the Cross!

Everyone passes across a cross road almost everyday!

There is a Red Cross, taking care of people in need; there is blue cross to take care of animals.

I had a grace for a Cross! Yes it was for a Cross pen!

The elegant pen !

Many an occasion while passing through the pen shop I used to have an urge to buy a Cross pen. But somehow or I could not.

Recently paid a visit to my son Arun in Coventry, UK.

With him I visited many places. In Coventry itself I saw a beautiful cross pen. The price was some 25 pound . But I hesitated to buy.

We went to visit Cambridge. There was a dedicated pen shop. We were looking inside the shop. Parker, Mont Blonc, Sheaffer, cross many types of pens were there.

As usual I only saw and did not buy. 5 rupees pen and 5000 rupees do the same work! This was my logic.

While visiting the Birmingham city, I checked the internet and visited the pen museum situated there !

I had a plenty of affection to the pen! During my college days I created a pen with different spares. Different tank, different cap, different nip; like that. I wrote all the examinations with that pen only. During our farewell from the college I gifted that precious pen to my best friend Dharmalingam.

I used to gift pens to many people and children.

In fact gifting a pen is used to be the highest honor among scholars.

Well the next day I have to start to Kazakhstan. We were packing the things.

Arun gave me a box. I asked what was that. " Appa open afterwards" he requested. But I opened immediately and found inside this CROSS pen!!!

He arranged with his friend Chaithanya to procure a pen through Amazon.

It was a pleasant surprise!! He added," Appa I bought through my earning by part time work"

I cannot express the happiness I felt that day!I am proud of my dear son Arun!!