Tuesday 31 July 2018

No Alternative To Education

It is true there is no alternative to education and it is truer 
that there would never be an alternative to job-oriented education, which is missing in India. 
The students are found to be taught more, remembering less, utilizing least of what they have learnt. Does a scientist or an accountant remember everything of literature, history and geography learned in school? 

The system of specialization in a particular area of students' interest should be put into action at the stage when they are able to decide on what their ambitions are. Students are given to write an essay on their ambitions in their life quite early, but are not shown the right way to achieve them. 

The present system of education could be replaced with the specialization system in each area of students' choice and all the other subjects could be merged into one book to give the students the general awareness on various subject matters.

Monday 30 July 2018

THE DREAM

Seema was preparing to sleep by changing the bed sheet and keeping the pillow at the head of the bed and finally tying the mosquito net while her daughter who was watching her every movement, sat on a chair placed near the bed. After all was done, she called ‘Come, Nita.’

But Nita didn’t make any movement, instead she looked at her mother’s face.

She called again ‘Come, Nita, It’s your bed-time.’

‘I don’t want to sleep, mom.’ she said.

‘Why?’ Her mother asked.

‘I don’t want to see that dream again.’ Nita answered.

‘It will not come today.’ Seema consoled her, brought her into the net, switched off the light and went out of the room.



But after a few hours of sleep, the scream of Nita brought her parents, grandmother and brother into the room.

 Nita, on seeing her mother, jumped towards her saying ‘I saw that dream again.’

She described in this way: She heard a noise, which made her to rise from her bed and walk towards that sound. She came into her brother’s room and saw a demon with two horns on his head, chopping off her brother’s head and after that she opened her eyes and screamed.

Her brother, Arun, laughed at her. Her father, Bimal, also added that it was only a dream and it had nothing to do with real life. But Bimal’s mother had some other notion. According to her, the meaning of this dream might be the forecasting of some unpleasant event. She thought of this type of dream was the sign of ill-omen.

The rest didn’t take any heed of her words and went quietly to their beds, but Seema joined her daughter only to remove the fear in her mind.

Next night same thing happened. Nita had the same dream and screamed, bringing the rest of the family into her room and again her grandmother warned them of the ill-omen which was sure to follow soon. The rest of the family was not taking this to be so serious, but the grandmother had decided to take steps to rescue Nita from the imminent danger. After thinking about this matter she made her decision of meeting Swami Dharmananda whom she had heard of and she believed that swami would a way out of this.

Swami Dharmananda came into their house and had a glance around the house, and after looking at Nita he said that there were two reasons for her present condition.

Grandmother asked him as a disciple, ‘What are they?’

‘Only you can save us from this danger.’ She said again.

‘Danger! Danger!’ He suddenly shouted ‘Life is full of danger.’

‘Oh! Is that so? I didn’t know this fact.’ Bimal said.

Swami had a look at him and said ‘I am here to avert the danger’.

Bimal asked ‘Swamiji, you haven’t told us about the two reasons for my daughter’s condition?’

Swami smiled and said ‘I was going to tell that. First of all it is the wrath of Sani Deva.’

‘The wrath of Sani Deva,’ grandmother cried out, ‘God save my child.’

‘What action of an innocent child can make Sani Deva angry, Swamiji?’ Seema asked.

‘You don’t know that sometimes human beings have to pay the penalty for the deeds done in their last birth.’ Swami Dharmananda explained.

Arun asked for his second reason and swami said ‘From her dream I can understand well that the demon is ruling her mind.’

Arun said ‘Now-a-days, human beings are sometimes demon-like, swamiji.’

Dharmananda smiled once again and tried to make him understand ‘This kind of thing is out of your understanding, my child.’

Grandmother asked ‘What can we do to save the child, Swamiji?’

‘The process is little bit expensive. But don’t worry I will try to do it in another method. I  will not be responsible, if this will not help the child.’

‘Don’t worry. You do in your method. Don’t worry about money.’ Grandmother said.

Suddenly swami got angry and he stood up. ‘I am not thinking about money. I am only thinking about this child. You are talking about money. This is my insult and I will not…..’

Grandmother fell on his feet and said ‘forgive me, swamiji, my intention wasn’t to insult you. You don’t know my current state of mind.’

‘I know everything.’ Swamiji said this. Suddenly he became cool and sat down and said to grandmother ‘By performing a puja, I can remove all the calamities in her life.’

Then Swamiji gave a list of materials which should be collected for the performance of the puja and the preparation for a blissful atmosphere for the same. Swamiji said ‘I will come tomorrow.’

After his departure, Bimal talked to his mother, ‘I didn’t expect this from you.’

‘What have I done?’ She asked.

‘What’s the use of calling this swami?’

‘Only to save my child.’ She said honestly.

‘I said nothing had happened to her, but you…’

You will not understand this’ She only said this and left him alone in the room to think about the matter.

Next morning when Nita came out of her bed, she had a singing smile on her lips, which astonished all.

Seema asked ‘What happened, Nita? After a long time, we are seeing you smiling.’

Nita explained ‘I again had a dream.’

‘And you are smiling now. Well, it never happened before.’

‘I had a different type of dream.’ She explained.

‘What?’ Bimal asked.

And Nita started ‘What I saw in this dream could be said to be the concluding part of the previous dreams. That demon had the head of my brother chopped off, but my brother still stood on his feet dancing, which pleased the demon who ultimately kept back the head on his neck.’

Sunday 29 July 2018

HOW COULD I HAVE DREAMED YOU?

How could I have dreamed you?
I do not know you.
But you were there
I can feel you even now
You smiled while I was there
I can feel you even now
How could I have dreamed you?
I do not know you.

My eyes are open now
Your face is gone
It is all black now
Where have you gone?
How could I have dreamed you?
I do not know you.
But I embraced you
I can feel the warmth in my heart
So much I now miss you
There is the warmth in my heart
How could I have dreamed you?
I do not know you.

Saturday 28 July 2018

5S In India

Recently we have cleaning and hygiene week plan with a Japanese management methodology 5S: Sorting (Seiri), Straightening or sorting in order/ stabilize (Seiton), Sweeping or shining or cleaning/ systematic cleaning (Seiso), Standardizing (Seiketsu), Sustaining the discipline or self-discipline (Shitsuke).Department-wise everybody has contributed and it was not only executed successfully but also maintained on daily basis.

What I am thinking if a methodology can be implemented in an organization, whether 5S can be implemented in our country. If our country is assumed as a big organization with the government as the management team, having the power to put 5S into practice and every citizen of India being educated in how to contribute and maintain it for the sake of our nation, would not be a bad idea. The complete scenario would differ incalculably, if it is put into action successfully and we would come up not only as a clean and healthy India but also an organized India.

Friday 27 July 2018

Indians Employable Globally


Indians employed in the foreign branches of Indian companies or even the foreign companies are from top B-schools like IIMs and tech-schools like IITs. Diversity in languages, cultures and religions in Indian make them adapt to the foreign cultures quicker than others from other countries.

Undoubtedly the talented are born in India, but the country is not able to satisfy them in the matters of jobs and money. So it is commonly
said: if one wants to earn, one should look for opportunities abroad.

Employees not only  from top B-schools but also from all levels of hierarchy are attracted to the earning potentials abroad.

 It is true that one would find Indians anywhere in this world. Since India still loses its talents to the foreign nations, talents of India are not employed for the advantage of India. To see that our country grows steadily, the talented should be given enough opportunities to grow themselves.

Thursday 26 July 2018

If You Wish For Something

If you wish for something,
You strive to gain it,
Or fail to win it;
If you gain,
There is no pain;
But if you fail,
There is no tale.

If you dream something,
You chase it,
Or forget it;
If you chase,
The world will have a new face;
But if you forget,
There is something to regret.

Terrorists are terrorists



Terrorists are terrorists. They are neither for India nor for Pakistan.
India would not gain anything, if the nation remains silent and does nothing to stop the terror from trespassing.
Pakistan would not gain anything if the nation remains silent and does nothing to stop the terror from making the nation their home.
India should at least take care there is no more infiltration and the development in technology is required at the Indian border to stop the terror from affecting the peace and harmony in the nation.
India is the powerful nation and it has more powerful weapon than the nuclear weapon if all attempts and plans of the terrorists to spread terror in the nation fail bitterly.
Terrorists are terrorists. They would not behave humanly. We only need to behave ourselves. Finding the best way to defend ourselves is all we should do now.
After all, being a terror-free nation should be the main agenda of India.

Wednesday 25 July 2018

Mookambika Devi Temple

Mookambika Devi Temple is located at Kollur in Karnatak State of South India. It is dedicated to Goddess Saraswati.


Kannur To Madgaon 30.10.11


Sunday, 30th October, 2011. Around 6:15 AM, I was out after a brief holiday at home spending some unforgettable moments with my parents, sister and nephew.  Before leaving, I had my breakfast. At Kannur station there was a huge queue at the ticket counter. I got the ticket to Mangalore. Malabar Express was at platform no.1. I stepped into the train and got a seat too.

It was about 10:20AM, I reached Mangalore Central. This time I didn’t have to wait for long time to get the ticket to Madgaon, Goa.  Matsyaganda Express was scheduled to depart at 12:50 PM.  Since there was sufficient time, I have planned to make a trip into the city. The church of Our Lady of Miracles was on the right side of the busy road. When I entered its campus, I heard the announcement of providing breakfast, lunch and a game of housie. Since it wasn’t for me, I walked away from the church and entered the polo sale. Since I was not in the mood to buy anything, I paced out quickly to have a bottle of 7up from a nearby store. While returning, I found Sree Muthappan Temple where I had spent some fifteen to twenty minutes praying to the god to take care of me. 

When it was nearly 12o’ clock, I entered station and had bananas before heading towards the general compartment of Matsyaganda Express. I got a seat to rest. Since it was hot, I sporadically stood up to feel the cool air from the fan over me. Exactly at 12:50 PM, the train moved slowly and then sped towards my destination. I had my lunch around 2:00 PM. I spent some time thinking about my parents, sister and nephew. I did not know when I would be able make my next trip to meet them.

It was over 7:00 PM when I reached Madgaon Station. I rushed to buy a bottle of water and dashed towards the nearby bus stand to catch the bus to Madgaon bus stand. There I got the bus which took me to Ponda. At Ponda I reached right in time to board the last bus around 8:20 PM. I reached my room at Usgao near Nestle just about 8:45 PM. After a brief chitchat with my room-mate, I had my dinner and went to bed.

Madgaon To Kannur 26.10.11

Wednesday, 26th October 2011. It was the day of Diwali. Exactly at 6.00 AM, I set out towards my native place from Usgao, near Nestle. Since it was the festival day, the bus arrived a little over 6:30 AM. Before 7:00 AM, I was at Ponda. The bus going to Madgaon was already there to be boarded. The bus took me to Madgaon bus stand from where I took the bus to the station.

When I had thought about going to Kannur, a few days ago, I had a little hope of getting SL reservation. Therefore I have planned to travel unreserved. The train Mumbai – Mangalore Express, which was supposed to depart at 8:30 AM, was late a bit. So I had enough time for not only getting the ticket but also having a quick breakfast.

The train arrived a little over 9:00 AM. And I got a seat to rest myself, not getting even a short nap as I always find very difficult to sleep in train. As the train zoomed towards Mangalore, I thought of the second train which I would have to catch to reach Kannur. Meanwhile, I ate a packet of Good Day biscuit.

Around 4:00 PM. Mangalore junction. I went to platform no.1 to get the ticket to Kannur. I was told to go to Mangalore central where Chennai mail was expected. Subramaniam Rd. -  Mangalore Central train took me to Mangalore Central where I found Mangalore – Kannur passenger train. A lady informed me the train would depart at 4:35 PM. Chennai mail, which would depart at 4:15 PM, had already arrived at another platform.

I strolled along the platform to find the exact position of the general compartment at another platform, intermittently dashing inside the passenger train. When I had got it, I placed my luggage on the passenger train, jumped on the railway track, pulled down the traveling bag, carried it towards the mail, placed on the train and finally jumped into the train. What a relief!

Over 4:15 PM the train started to drift away from Mangalore and speed towards Kannur. I had to wait for a seat till Kanhangad. While traveling, I had wada and chutni as snacks or, to be accurate, my lunch. The thoughts of meeting my parents, sister and nephew recharged me. It took less than three hours to reach Kannur. An auto rushed me home where I got the red carpet welcome. Besides, the lamps were burning brightly. Happy Diwali!

Tuesday 24 July 2018

Murudeshwar Temple

Murudeshwar Temple is located at Murudeshwar in Bhatkal Taluk of Karnataka State. It is situated in south India. The temple is famous for its tallest Shiva statue and tower.



IT IS MY ARENA



It is my arena –
My own arena,

It is where I live alone
And no soul is allowed
To breathe one
And no soul is allowed
To bother me,
To accompany me.
It is where I fight alone
And no soul can reach there
To foster me
And no soul can reach there
To guide me,
To support me.
It is where I am alone,
Fighting my fight there
To win my light, the perfect one
And a spirited soul is there
To treasure me,
To enchant me.
It is my arena –
My own arena.

Monday 23 July 2018

CREATIVITY AND PLACE


I believe creativity is closely associated with a place and vice versa. I was born at Cannanore in Kerala, spent some time in Orissa, educated in West Bengal, employed in Andhra Pradesh and now in Goa.

From Kerala, I came to Howrah in West Bengal to learn Bengali, Hindi and finally English which became the medium of expression and the language of my creativity.

At Howrah, I did picture study from comics and at Rameshwar Nagar, Bauria, Howrah, I began to write: started with anecdotes to poems and stories.

While staying at Fort Gloster Staff Quarter, my creativity developed into various forms: poems, stories, novlettes/novels, dialogues/dramas, chalk carving and more.

After some years, I shifted to Medchal near Secunderabad and Hyderabad in Andhra Pradesh to find more ideas and creativity awaiting me. Also I collected passages from 'The New Testament' and 'The Gita'. A Poem also got published in Woman’s Era.

In Goa, I have stated to write letters to the Editors which has always helped me build up my confidence. Eventually, I have self published three books and sent them to book fairs. Besides, I have created a site: http://uakiran.yolasite.com

I think a lot awaits me while I would be visiting another place. Surely, ideas are unlimited in this round world.

BEAUTY AT THE WINDOW


She was in her bed, lying in the blanket, sleeping in the night and dreaming in the darkness, about lights that surrounded her with nature in its full colour which pleased her eyes and finally tears of true happiness rolled down her cheeks.

Her hair, which was kept loose, long and deep black, spread over her bed and some glided down her cheeks, some fell over her face of which one was heedless but the silence of the darkness had witnessed what it had to. Her lips, which had no artificial colour on them, were ruby-like, and her eyelids seemed to be protecting her dreams which she was seeing in her deep slumber. It was true that she was sleeping but her beauty wasn’t. It seemed to be livelier, changing all the time as the time passed evenly.

The sun rose from its sleep. She also followed the sun with a silent opening of her eyes which were now exposed to the light. She seemed to have liked her dream more than this truth. But then she made a little compromise and came down the bed and took a few easy steps to a window near to her. She was then facing the soft incoming wind as soon as she opened the window. Once again a sweet smile filled with happiness appeared through her lips.

Outside, there was a play-ground in which some boys were playing cricket. They were the selected players for the junior team of that locality. A boy named Suman saw her at the window and very soon he lost interest in his practice and sat down to watch her. He found her smiling. He also smiled many times and wished that she had seen his best smile. He then lost her into the room.

Then Suman felt, the very next day, he was taking more interest in her than his game. He saw her standing at the window, with her long hair before her body and she was combing it. She was carrying the loveliest smile. Suman was much determined about that.
Suman was a good cricketer. He was the only batsman on which the team work would depend. It was a surprise to the coach to witness him out of form. Suman looked like he had no interest in cricket and sometimes he played like one who didn’t know how to play.

Dilip, his team-mate, once caught him looking secretly at the girl at the window. Suman had to tell his heart.
‘I am in love with that girl. I want to meet her.’

Dilip looked at him fixedly.

‘I think she also loves me,’ Suman added

‘How can you say that?’ Dilip asked.

‘She has always smiled at me.’

Dilip then said, ‘Forget her. Give your attention to the game; otherwise you will lose your position in the team.’

‘I can’t. You must help me. You live in this same building. So, you can tell her a word or two from me.’

‘Look Suman. She doesn’t love you. And she wasn’t smiling at you.’ Suman wasn’t ready to believe him.

‘The smiles you had seen were the smiles of her personal happiness.’

‘But she smiled whenever I smiled,’ Suman insisted. ‘I saw her,’

‘Leave it. My dear friend.’

‘Why?’ Suman asked, this time he was little bit annoyed.

‘Because that girl is blind,’ Dilip uncovered the secret.

‘What?’, Suman shouted. ‘Blind!’

Suman looked towards that window and found her still in good spirits and afterwards she vanished into the room.

Sunday 22 July 2018

Where Is My Star?


Where is that star
I want to see?
There are many
Shining as they should be
But where is mine?
Hidden behind the cloud
Or there is not one like that;
I shout aloud
Where is my star?
As lovely as a dream,
As true as a reality,
And as rich as the cream;
Will it ever shine in my sky?
From the depth of the darkness
Will it fight its battle

And come out victorious into the brightness.

QUEER FISH


It happened when I was staying at Bauria in West Bengal. We were going to Kerala on 31st July, 2002. Our chief worry was about the aquarium. What to do with it? At first we decided to keep it with our neighbour, but it was changed and finally decided to keep it where it was - on my study table. I bought worms worth Rs.2 and just before leaving, put the whole lot into the aquarium, some dry food and dry worms. The main switch was put off and we were off.
Travelling by Madras Mail and West Coast Express, I was thinking about fish. We reached Kannur station and finally home where whenever I ate fish, I was reminded of our aquarium. We knew all the fish would die of hunger, but there is one chance. If they began to take the plants in the aquarium, they might live. But there was none to support this view. All believed that all the fish would die. One even said all the colourful fish would die and become colourless. I, sometimes, agreed with them, but I was feeling that if, however, the fish dined the plants,they might live. I had sometimes imagined that all were floating in the aquarium.
Whatever the result would be, it was certain that we would have to change the water as it had not been changed for three months.
We returned by West Coast Express and Howrah Mail, a local train to Bauria, finally an auto which took us to our quarter. My father opened the door and I rushed in to see the aquarium. We were astonished to find our fish alive except for a Gold fish which was dead and two others, whose dead bodies were never found. They were so small that they might have been devoured by the giants.
I put some dry food into it and all the living fish began to swallow them. To our amazement, none of the plants were touched. The water was as clean as we left it. The main switch was put on and I switched on to let the filter work and the air bubbles rose to the surface of the water.
We could not believe it, so could not the people who had heard it. I wondered about it as I changed the month to August and the day to 21st, Wednesday.
For full 20 days, the aquarium full of fish had stayed on my table, without the motor working and without food.
In May 2003, we sold the aquarium full of gallant fish, as we

had to move to Medchal, near the twin-city Hyderabad and 

Secunderabad in Andhra Pradesh.



Read my other Short Stories

IT IS ALWAYS THERE


A seed is sown,
It has lots of creation inside;
So what is in this world outside?
What can restrain it destined to be grown?
It may not be noted;
But it is always there
Changing every time there
Fighting and living unknown;
Come storm, come rain,
Boldly it has faced a lot,
Wildly it has changed a lot,
Grown big, so is its pain,
So wide is its shade
And wider goes its perfume,
Not so much to make a soul presume
A creation is perfectly made.

Unknown, unloved and unadorned,
Unsung the creation has its destruction inside
So what is in this world outside?
What can restrain it now destined to be destroyed?
It may not be noted
But it is always there
Changing every time there
Fighting and dying unknown;
Come storm, come rain,
Disintegrate each and every piece,
Cremate each and every piece,
There is nothing now to gain,
Gone forever is the shade,
Gone forever is the perfume,
Gone so far away to make a soul presume
There has never been a creation perfectly made.



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Saturday 21 July 2018

Shiva Parvati Ganesh Temple


Shiva Parvati Ganesh Temple is located in Ponda of Goa State, India. There is also a huge Ganesh statue.



Creativity in Goa



I always believe creativity is directly related to place. Little did I realize that creativity in Goa would be different from the places like Medchal in A.P., Bauria in W.B., Kannur in Kerala, etc.

In the month I arrived i.e. May, the reservation issue was hot enough to make me write my opinion regarding it and send it to The Navhind Times. It was published. It was my first letter to editor. Numerous letters followed it in addition to one published in The Week and I got them added to my site. A poem: ‘On the Pavement He Lay’ was also published in the Sunday Magazine of The Navhind Times: Panorama.

If my creativity got its wings while staying at Fort Gloster Staff Quarter where my mood got much time and more space to develop and what followed is now seen in Goa where many of my work are published although those were without any payment. It will come when it has to, I believe. Now it is the time to develop more and more and reach where my creative power would lead me to. 

The computer has brought more development to my creativity. My experiment with HTML and Adobe Photoshop and ImageReady has to said noteworthy as it has given new dimension to my creativity.

Life in Goa



September 5, 2006

Happy Oman! I have taken leave and so has my father; both are working at the same place but different departments.

Life at Ponda in Goa is different from that at Medchal in Andhra Pradesh. If at Medchal, my poem was published in Woman’s Era and I created a site for my creative side of life. While at Ponda, I got the idea of starting writing letters to the editor on current topics in The Navhind Times. Sometimes I feel the left side, of my brain, where the whole seed to leaves and fruits of creativity resides is more active than the right one which is used to lead an ordinary life. Creativity is indeed the food for my soul whereas salary brings food for my stomach.

Weather too is different. Medchal, and the twin cities – Secunderabad and Hyderabad -  are hot and dry, with less humidity and less rain, while Ponda, Panaji or Panjim, Margao, etc. are the places where humidity is high with heavy rains during rainy season. I got the climate similar to Kerala.

Friday 20 July 2018

O my nose!

O my nose! You must have heard people saying 'O my god!' But I say 'O my nose!', when my nose is cloudy and rains a million drops or more. This is where the whole nonsensical things begin to harvest and it becomes too much when it crawls upto my eyes which then have nothing on earth to do but rain, rain and rain.
And these occasional nasal eruptions, I think, can bring down a whole building. Soon it becomes sensibly unbearable that I feel like shaving my nose. 'Shave your nose! Shave your nose!,' shouting out to me, my anger, red as tomato, but never looking to be delicious as it should be, says, says and says.
Yes. Shave it now. And put it in a show-case under a caption 'Cold Nose - A ridiculous place where cold war will never say good-bye.'
Ready with a cheap but reputedly sharp knife, I stand on my both legs, thinking with a hairy head that if I shave it right or left, I have a great risk of feeling myself an incarnation of Shurpanaka.
O my nose!

Student Life: Syllabus, Examination & Tuition


I was never a bright student. I gave an admission test in an English medium school in West Bengal. My parents and I were called for an interview. The principal said somewhat like this: ‘Mathematics is okay but his English is poor.’

I was never a bright student, I repeat, since I could hardly learn anything by heart. Even for the I.C.S.E and I.S.C examinations, I read the text books and wrote mostly in my own words. With some difficulty and by reading and writing several times, I was successful in remembering some chosen definitions. Several times, I did not get any rank. Some students did suggest taking tuitions from the subject teachers. As I was not in favour of private coaching by the school teachers, I preferred external teachers.

Learning in class seven, I used to go to my friend’s house where a teacher would teach us almost all the subjects. Everything was excellent except for his technique of teaching English. He made us comprehend Bengali grammar and do translations from Bengali and Hindi (for me) to English almost daily before he started English, which I considered (and consider even now) was pointless and wastage of time. We then moved to some other place, which made it difficult for me to go to my friend’s house, so he came to our house and stopped coming before the final examination result. I do not know what he had in his mind, but I was promoted to the next class with a rank. I never got anybody to teach me English then, and to teach me Science and Mathematics, there was one who showed me the ways to improve my Mathematics and score good marks in Science.

A teacher would pick up my pen or something to explicate a transaction in Accountancy. His explanation was always extensive and would make a composition which I never liked especially when I was concerned about the syllabus for my examination. My friend who joined his tuition class after me was the first to quit, followed by me. I got another Accountancy teacher who did not get enough time to understand me.

My school did give me the best grammar book and dictionary which are still helping me to develop my English.

Thursday 19 July 2018

Sri Ramkrishna Mission Ashram


Sri Ramkrishna Mission Ashram at Asansol is located at Vivekananda Sarani (Kanyapur Link Road) in Burdwan district of West Bengal, India.

In the ashram, you get the blessings of Sri Ramkrishna, Sarada Devi and his devoted disciple Sri Vivekananda.

There is a dispensary visited by the specialist doctors who give treatment to patients. 



Sri Kalathil Kavu

Sri Kalathil Kavu is located at Alavil, in Kannur district of Kerala State which is situated in the southern region of India.

Wednesday 18 July 2018

THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA




Strolling alone down the Mahatma Gandhi Road at around ten p.m., I felt I was followed. I turned round and found none. Resuming towards my house, I thought of Shalini who had been the centre of attraction at the party I was returning from. Immediately, I heard someone saying, ‘Forget her’.

Again I twisted round and got nobody. It was just a fantasy I decided and continued to walk, after taking the narrow lane with the trees on either side of it.
A tree showed some movement. And I sensed that I was pursued. There I veered about, to spot there. I could not believe it. I saw a man vanishing behind a tree. He wore nothing more than the clothing that covered from waist to knee. And … And…. I concluded I saw two horns on his head.
Sensing some movement over my head, on the branches of the tree, I looked up to inquire and was successful in discovering what caused everything to draw my attention. It was only a monkey. Nodding my head in utter surprise that I could waste my valuable time in this trivial thing, I paced towards my sweet home, but heard: ‘Wait.’
Even though I felt it all nonsense, I waited I did not know why. There was my home, only a few meters away, but I stood there, waiting, waiting for…..
Once again I sighted a man with two horns. I was compelled to run, not into the house, but far away from it. I was successful in moving away from my house, but not away from the trees. I wanted to dash out of this narrow street to M.G.Road, but I could not get it.
‘You can’t run away like this,’ heard I and I came to a stand, only to spin about and locate that monkey watching me from a distant tree, and that the horned man was approaching me.
The only thing I could do was to distract his attention to the monkey, simply by pointing my index finger violently. I was convinced that it would be enough to save my life, and was stunned, when I fathomed that he was not at all paying attention to the animal and went on advancing towards me.
While endeavouring hard to hasten away, I stumbled to the ground.
‘You can’t run away,’ heard I, this time louder than before. It seemed to be my end, a very terrible end, reflected I and gave up any more effort to flee, and allowed him to draw near me.
‘Don’t be afraid of me,’ he said. ‘I intend no harm’.
‘So you have decided to eat the monkey.’
‘No, I eat no one and nothing.’
‘Then why are you after me? And this monkey?’ I received no answer.
‘Why are you both after me?’ I said, almost shouting.
‘Only I am after you, not it,’ he said, suddenly becoming solemn.
‘Why?’ I shouted, abhorring every part of this suspense.
‘Because this monkey is only the beginning of you’, after a brief pause, he continued, ‘and you are the end of yourself. I am not a man, not a demon, but the god of death. I have only come to take you.’

Saturday 14 July 2018

Knowledge of English


Nowadays, a working knowledge of English is a must. Speaking it correctly and fluently is considered as the prized asset. Therefore introduction of the language at the early stage would give enough time to students to master it even they communicate widely in mother tongue. 

Transformation of a sentence is easier to learn than its translation which needs familiarity with two languages and more practice. Additionally, the students must possess the habit of thinking in English and not in their mother tongue.

Preventing Drug Abuse


Drug abuse is an unyielding disease eating into our society for long time now. Even though scientists and science together are inventing vaccines and medicines to cure the dangerous diseases, Cocaine, Heroin and their corresponding items which have taken a more menacing appearance than cigarettes, are sucking the blood of youth. 
Furthermore it has become one of the most lucrative business to play with the emotion of young generation and destroy their future since one who is depressed or mentally weak to face the world or keeps bad company or for some other reasons gets addicted to drug and can cross any limits to acquire a pinch of it which may come in exchange of the most valued thing in one’s life.